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after the hurricane i sat on my porch smoked my last cigarette that i shouldn't be having with "the shining" in my hand getting wet from the strong breeze and left over drops i saw the telephone pole next to me tilted from the storm and i wondered... what if it fell over? straight into me? ruining the house? ending me? it was a calm imagery so i stood up at this thought and looked out the railing fresh fresh air looked down both ends of the empty street calm. no one outside nothing happening nothing but the shingles from the roof tops, scattered on the pavement it was nice i threw my last drag into the calm and headed back inside it did not fall over.
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Sep 15, 2011
Sep 15, 2011 at 11:28 PM UTC
hurricane irene
after the hurricane i sat on my porch smoked my last cigarette that i shouldn't be having with "the shining" in my hand getting wet from the strong breeze and left over drops i saw the telephone pole next to me tilted from the storm and i wondered... what if it fell over? straight into me? ruining the house? ending me? it was a calm imagery so i stood up at this thought and looked out the railing fresh fresh air looked down both ends of the empty street calm. no one outside nothing happening nothing but the shingles from the roof tops, scattered on the pavement it was nice i threw my last drag into the calm and headed back inside it did not fall over.
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j-marzini
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Sep 15, 2011
Sep 15, 2011 at 11:28 PM UTC
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