Things, things, things.
poetry by Caitlin Diamond
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Unlit
my cigarette
like all things
goes out
I am
reminded
of the smell of you(r
fingers
after we would
smoke)
and
like all things
I am left
unlit
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