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the ciggarette is she

she stares at the lit ciggarette,
sitting alone in the dark,

wondering how she got to this place,
thinking to herself there will be no saving grace,

grabbing at her stomach,
as it cramps from the hunger pains,

she knows shes fading away,
can't wait to disappear,

she hits the ground as she stands,
looking at the lit cigarrette,
she now knows it's her time,

she feels like the ciggarette barely held in her hand,
flicker 1,2,3,
she's out.

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