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Ashtray
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Teardrop of Coloured Soul
Empty sparkles of dust
slipping through old
cigarette butts
left dying in an ashtray
You wrap me up like
a package
sealing me
inside your womb like
a dinosaur that
burnt out long before
we were born
Eyes excite in
shapes of promises
You
make suggestions
but failure exists
in following through.
I light a cigarette
because my lungs are not
yet full of soot
We mean so little to
each other
Yet we make noises
as if our
conversations were
vibrant and necessary
Sometimes I dream of
putting my cigarette
out in your eye
instead I push it into
the ashtray pretending
it is you
