There are cigarette butts in the toilet
Ash in the cuff of your pants
I recalled my hand to yours
A pair of pliers
Handle first
As if it was an open knife
A Winston scratched upon your lips
A ghost of smoke escapes your breath
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| March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II | ||||||||||
| Josh Rios | ||||||||||
| A Tear For Sam There are cigarette butts in the toilet Ash in the cuff of your pants I recalled my hand to yours A pair of pliers Handle first As if it was an open knife A Winston scratched upon your lips A ghost of smoke escapes your breath |
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