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Jul 2014
My ashtray tells a lovely story,
How much time I have lost,
I count the moments....
Each ***** ****'s pungent stink,
Reminding me to ignite the next smoke,
A smooth, fragrant death stick,
A weapon of mass destruction,
An appeasement for the demons,
That fits my hand so well.
Jonathan Sterry
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Jonathan Sterry  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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