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The last cigarette

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Breathe, just breathe
he ache is almost gone
smoke is lifted to the heavens-
and ash falls down.

Mother warned me of the day
I'd regret the life ive lived
but not today, no not today
...breathe...

and the last cigarette fell to the ground.




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