I do not know where my cigarette goes when it's ashes are flicked to the wind-
I like to imagine them landing like magic, each part to become human again..
My choice to devour the ashes that scour
My lungs just as much as the earth..
is as if from my breath I am exhaling death, and click 'PLAY!!'
as a new life begins.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
I do not know where my cigarette goes when it's ashes are flicked to the wind-
I like to imagine them landing like magic, each part to become human again..
My choice to devour the ashes that scour
My lungs just as much as the earth..
is as if from my breath I am exhaling death, and click 'PLAY!!'
as a new life begins.
if the Buddha smoked Dunhill like Hunter S. Thompson.
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