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airport

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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Jul 11, 2010
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