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Jun 2016
You found four last cigarettes,
One for me, for him, for her, for you.

But I said, "Nah, you can't! You've come so far..."
Then I started to think: What's one last drag?

Times before. Yellowed teeth.
**** it, babe, let's just drink.

It's not about where you're going
You said.
It's about how far you've come
You said.
But I wanna go far
I said,
Let's go, come
I said let's go far away, come on
tl b
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   Dana Colgan
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