Love Last As Long As a Cigarette
to leave the eyes that I haven’t seen in a long time
it's sort of a mirror there
where I left myself a few moments
thinking it could weigh as much as love
(I don’t recognise today the definition of the Compromisers).
I was told that the way through the waters
it looks the same as a poem written by him
during the break between classes
time stretched on the torn sheet
in a hurry, from a shredder
the ink rested over the letters
was rolling through the tobacco leaves
your name falling through your fingers
the same as when I was trying
to drive through the water
the many I smoke
all illusion was falling to ashes
when thinking that was the last cigarette
from the package of life
It went out.
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