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LIFE AND LIES #94 | One Last Smoke

Far away from intruding eyes,
The ritual begins.
For one last smoke,
We light the flame.

Cherishing a moment's peace
Before the bitter end,
We inhale the toxic fumes
To exhale a heartfelt goodbye.

The smoke ascends
To form a swirling mist,
Painting a picture
Of good times gone by.

The flame goes out.
The smoke clears away.
A beginning comes to an end.
We go our separate ways.

***

Dedicated to a friend.




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