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A Smoke

There he stood

Head against the wall

Cigarette bud between his lips

Wisps of smoke floating

Surrounding the air before him


He drew in a breath

His eyes were red

A tear glided down

A tear fell to the ground

He looked around

But nothing and no one was found




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