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May 2010
Contentment is such a fleeting state
Take a drag

Feeling like all is right until
Exhale

Wondering sets in and you question each choice
Ash it

Reading through coulda, shoulda, woulda,
Inhale, exhale, ash

Pointless exercises are just circles, really
But the thoughts travel the well worn road to
Niccotine stains.
© Jake McKowen 2010
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Jake McKowen
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