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Pass Me A Cigarette I’m

Once again …I tasted,
that evening air.
Trod, those steps,
Upon,…a silent stair.
Darkness glowed,
In shadows of green,….. Luminescence.
I sat upon a lonesome step,
And wept.
The wind rushed by
……taking tears.
It shook my soul,
……rattled my bones.
I wanna kiss, a dream……
That’s gone.
I wanna be

The skittle man.
Giajl © Jim Love