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Jul 2017
18.
Waiting till they go to bed,
So I can have a cigarette
Hanging out the window frame,
Never to be seen again
Walking past and they might see,
A flicker of what could be me
Disappears into the black -
Never to be coming back.
Written by
Jasmine  London
(London)   
217
   Johnny Scarlotti
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