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Jul 2010
a cigarette (could be empty
for all i care)
drips its fumes out into the air
as i sit on a cold bench
outside the airport.
i breathe it in
in and out.
it means something to me
i can feel it
i just don't know what.

i look, i listen
this music, its waves of sound
somehow making music
and the music means something to me
i just don't know what

the fire burns it down
approaching the filter at a speed
i cannot measure
try as i may
(and i have tried)
to measure its burning time accurately
i cannot determine when it will reach its destination

the filter looks to me and says
"careful,
don't burn yourself."
it looks to me and says
"Don't. Burn. Yourself."

this cigarette
(it could be empty
for all i care)
means something
i just don't know what.

these people mean something
i just don't know what, either.
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     Ann Beaver and D Conors
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