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Dec 2018
blowing smoke out of
my window
and talking
to the cats
that roam around
my backyard
all night;

I want to quit
smoking
and I hate
******* cats,
but

this moment

is a tiny piece
of heaven-
stationary,

as the absurd
spins,
and keeps
spinning.
Written by
Jonathan Helling  30/Cisgender/Ohio
(30/Cisgender/Ohio)   
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