There's no more
Cigarette smoke
To exhale
For the cigarettes
My cigarettes
I ran out
My last one
To her
And for why
Because I
Don't smoke
Just carry
Them around
As if
A lucky
Rabbits foot
Protection
Against evil
But her
How she
Smokes
Ever so smoothly
For I'd
Certainly
Cough up
Tar
Dust
And the sip
Of her
PBR
In between
Breaths
As if
Savoring
The last
Few moments
Of her life
I watched
Intently
But as
She finished
Ashed
The sunrise
Rose
Lighting up
A new
Day
One I hope
That doesn't
Burn out
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