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My Former Self


I miss smoking in the early morning hours.
After a gig, a fuck, breakfast.

Marlboro Lights, my desert friend
my traveling companion,
my safety net when I was scared.

I abandoned you so long ago, and I am sorry.
My body thanks me, but I am sorry.



2009-03-10