(Written January 3, 2010, at age 22.)
I sit,
Back slumped.
I look,
At you.
I burn,
And I turn to ash.
Yet I breathe,
And talk
And laugh.
Lighter in hand,
Cigarette in mouth,
I see myself in both.
[The buzz:
A liberator.
You:
The liberator?]
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