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Cigarette Sundays.

By , Avondale, AZ
It fills his mouth,
& I’m envious.
He inhales & all the cigarette smoke fills his lungs.
& I am envious.
Like little angels gracefully dancing upon the air, he exhales, & fills the room with addiction.
& I am very envious; I’m craving for that fix.
& you waste no time covering your mouth with mine.
Your hand still holds my obsession & I watch the little angels dance, the cherry burns, ashes fall on my shoulders.
Your mouth tastes like cigarettes.
Cigarette. Only one. I. Want. Only. One.
You release my mouth, & take another drag, only you didn’t inhale.
& you get closer.
& you blow all the little angels into my mouth.
They circle in my mouth, seep into my lungs.
& now I’m exhaling hearts, but they keep fading.
& I’m now filled with contempt.
& I’m sure, that you, you will never fade away.





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echo16 said...
Apr. 20, 2010 at 3:27 pm
Wow you really showed how you felt. It was as if i was in your shoes.
 
Cigg.Sun replied...
Apr. 21, 2010 at 1:39 pm
Well thank you. (; I'll check out some of your posts.
 
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