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On a corner, smoking cigarettes— counting regrets— the wind's cold— I'm getting old. There's a girl I met— ain't told her yet. She'll say, "No." Guess I'll have to go. On a bench, smoking cigarettes— counting regrets. The lighter flashes— I turn to ashes. My Newport shrinks— I inhale— the years I can't unthink. My fingers burn— there's no return— On a sidewalk, smoking cigarettes— counting regrets. Told her yesterday— she said yes— I told her no. It was time to go. So I smoke my cigarettes— and add another regret.
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 12:40 PM UTC
Cigarettes and Regrets
On a corner, smoking cigarettes— counting regrets— the wind's cold— I'm getting old. There's a girl I met— ain't told her yet. She'll say, "No." Guess I'll have to go. On a bench, smoking cigarettes— counting regrets. The lighter flashes— I turn to ashes. My Newport shrinks— I inhale— the years I can't unthink. My fingers burn— there's no return— On a sidewalk, smoking cigarettes— counting regrets. Told her yesterday— she said yes— I told her no. It was time to go. So I smoke my cigarettes— and add another regret.
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 12:40 PM UTC
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