someone stole my cigarrettes: when i grabbed my pack, there were only two left.
i've consumed number two.
i have my cigars...
but it's not the same.
someone stole my images: when i sat to write, there were only faintly shadows.
i turned the light on, they flew.
i have my echoes,
but it's not the same.
just not the same.
unacceptably not. the. same.
give me back blah-blah. give or take, i don' t really mind.
just leave me somewhere so i feel like i used to feel - alive.
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