This Poem
is an ashtray;
I’ve
been put out,
extinguished,
in it.
That is why
the ashes
are a hue of
blood red.
is an ashtray;
I’ve
been put out,
extinguished,
in it.
That is why
the ashes
are a hue of
blood red.
She,
placed me on her lips
and
dragged me
till I died.
placed me on her lips
and
dragged me
till I died.
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