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Nov 2018
From lighter flame
to cigarette
into ash flicked,
and stubbed out.

The bottle poured
into drunkenness
and a dark *******
hangover hiding
from another day,
leaking blue
through dusty blinds.

From one woman
to the next, and
from night to night,
weekend to weekend...

The future becomes now,
arriving like an empty box
abandoned at the door.
Written by
Brian Rihlmann  44/M/Nevada
(44/M/Nevada)   
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