He inhaled.
The tip of his
Cigarette turned
Red.
He exhaled.
Smoke slithered
Around his
Neck.
There he sat
Upon on a bench,
A retired bank exec,
Living
The little bit
Of life
He hadn’t sold
Yet.
He inhaled.
The tip of his
Cigarette turned
Red.
He exhaled.
Smoke slithered
Around his
Neck.
There he sat
Upon on a bench,
A retired bank exec,
Living
The little bit
Of life
He hadn’t sold
Yet.
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