A cloud of smoke haunted us until an empty gale blew it away A susurrus of dead leaves and poison dioxide I sat silent benchside cess benchside sycophants A ménage à trios of social decay And while I was breathing Death’s frozen kiss they cradled their own disgrace My company a cigarette snug between bones […]
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