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Smoke
I open the crumpled note
One last time
The inky handwriting too familiar
With no more tears to cry
And no more strength for this weight
I can barely tell the words anyway
So distorted by blurry eyes
and blurring lines
With one last glance at a year or so summed up and destroyed in a few words and an ending made in hasty fear
I roll some tobacco in the paper
rubbing it between my fingers
And smoke it in and out
of my poisoned lungs
And my poisoned heart
