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Cigarette
I stare into the distant city,
On the rooftop of my apartment.
The sound bustling traffic.
The horns and sirens altogether
and people seem to light night life
as if it is still morning.
Good for them,
but not for my last light left....
On the rooftop of my apartment.
The sound bustling traffic.
The horns and sirens altogether
and people seem to light night life
as if it is still morning.
Good for them,
but not for my last light left....
