TO THE GIRL SMOKING THE CIGARETTE
HAD I BEEN A CIGARETTE
I WOULD HAVE BEEN BETWEEN HER
SOFT FINGERS,
THAT DAY WOULD HAVE BEEN
THE MOST PLEASENT DAYS OF MY LIFE
MY SMOKE COULD HAVE REACHED
IN SOME CORNER OF HER HEART
BUT OH MY FORTUNE
WHY I AM NOT A CIGARETTE?
By shyam







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