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Oct 2020
You are
front and center

as pale as the moon and with
obsidian eyes

I could maybe I
should

take heed

and if death
were not so absurd

I might be scared but
as it stands

I look at you and all I see
is a cigar

and you know what they say
about cigars

whit howland © 2020
An absurdist word painting. An original.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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