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Cigarettes and Despair

The rain spatters across the broken window
as the two lay on the cold, tile floor
and speak of days long gone.

Ashes surround them,
The heavy scent of slim cigarettes.

Silence overcomes them.
Slowly, but surely,
The last wisps of life leave their bodies.



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