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poetry about other
other: delicious
A bouncing ember
Twisting on the pavement--
Used and discarded
Left to fade away
She's a cigarette,
Watching herself from
Another silent backseat
More or less a cigarette--
His cancer,
A moment she called
Delicious
--comrade234
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