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Smoking

Never light up the gum wrapped about the slanting bent glass.
By the time it reaches lightness and shows naked nuns
And dark lights cover shores
While laying layers of blank black
Canvass, she will have the gum soaked again down your glass
Mouth. Breathe, think the tinkling moments again
For if the next day at your house you expect in advance
That days shower only if you make it to, the slant bent glass
Will find its way slowly down your throat.

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