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May 2014
Three cigarettes today
That must be a record
For myself at least
One
To wake me up this morning
Two
To take away from the waiting
And three
Because thinking is the cruelest thing a person can do to themselves
Number three is what saved me
But I can’t forget about one and two

Number three came after a peculiar encounter
With a ******* her number three
I could just tell
Even if I didn’t know why
She was on her third
I knew it was for an important reason
James S Taurus
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