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Apr 2016
Cigarette most foul:
Burnt lips,
Bitter kiss.
Last action ere bed,
Left for dead.
G-d have mercy;
My body a temple
And this my incense.
Immense
My pulsing temple
Thoughts forgotten
It's a lost prayer
Uttered under hushed whisper,
Cigarette most foul.
That which kills me only makes me feel alive
Viola Densden
Written by
Viola Densden  Cape Town, South Africa
(Cape Town, South Africa)   
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