Cigarette poem
Cigarette Poem
Pressure passes
A hand down
My back
Touches a
finger to
My lips
Frozen
In time
To hear
My breath
Catch
I light
Upon the
Stove
a cigarette and
Wander off.
~Katrina Marie Craig
Pressure passes
A hand down
My back
Touches a
finger to
My lips
Frozen
In time
To hear
My breath
Catch
I light
Upon the
Stove
a cigarette and
Wander off.
~Katrina Marie Craig
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