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Who do you think of

with the smoke of cigarettes?

A dry, unsweet smell.

No, not who? Where? Where, then. Where?

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Do you think of the morning, cold and clear:

Filled with the sound of sun and it’s reflection

Across your greasy glasses,

In a courtyard of bricks and unvarnished wooden benches

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The frozen pond foot

prints followed in snow: falling,

Flow the black water

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And do you hear his laugh

Standing around scratching his middle eastern beard?

The hand-rolled cigarette

Ostensibly waved about;

His white teeth

As you discuss the day’s philosopher

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Admiring him like you’ve never admired yourself.

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Discuss your love and

Your hate (and your love?)[?] Realize

Sameness, meditate.