Cigarettes And Monsoons

Written By Unknown Sender

In my dream, everything is in flames

I smoke a pack of cigarettes, inhaling carefully

Exhaling fumes that mingle with burning buildings

And in waking hours I pose, a coffee mug

Hooked to my pinky and a lollipop

An odd yet distinguished stance

If the window looked out on the world, it would be pouring

A great monsoon

Unknown Sender
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