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Aug 2015
he's asked for
a cigarette

but he doesn't smoke
turns out his pockets
and is shot dead
in a pool of misplaced caution
tinged red
veins expelling
voices garbling
until there is darkness
because there is no heaven
and there is no hell

there's only the misplaced caution
of a man who never smoked
in a world of gunpoint and demand.
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cyanide skies
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cyanide skies  19/F/somewhere lovely
(19/F/somewhere lovely)   
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   Poetria and Kelley A Vinal
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