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Feb 2014
As I light my last cigarette
I spend my last dollar
Side sweeping but not street cleaning
because theres no parking here
because i never let anyone stay
everyones done by 2
and gone by 3
Yet
some try to stick to
like an ant or flea
but my words are raid
and my actions are someone pushing down the cap
to only spray the bug
watching its passion pass on
dead
but not alive
yet, sti
            l
              l breathing.
Katrick Pane
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