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Thursday, July 07, 2005

Cigarettes

The bittersweet perfection of knowing your death
is wrapped in the stick you hold to your lips
and kiss.
It almost makes you feel alive.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
Posted by A.Venegas at 11:14 PM
Labels: poetry

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