the smell of the last day of life
tired running around the room.
no pain, no mercy.
only white teeth, tired eyes.
night burning in my glass
clean, neat. now dry.
nothing has changed.
may change but want a big gamble.
nothing has changed.
I just picked up a cigarette. when they are in the dark.
still laugh out loud.
continues.
the anxiety is always nice.
want a strong shudder.
dry.
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