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Cigarettes

  • Emma B. Spears
  • Jan 2
  • 1 min read

Threw a cigarette out my car window

Hoping you’d see

As I went through the tolls you were always too broke to afford

Calling you on the way home so I can write more poetry

I always hang up when you ask to see me

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