I finally quit smoking when it became clear it was never about the cigarette — it was about being outside the sun, the moon the cold, the rain the streetlights and the community In front of the shrine to the dying I took her hand and vowed ‘'til death do us part’ — she looked away sealing my fate THE ISLAND OF DEATH I CAME DOWN TO MEET YOU IN THE HALF LIGHT THE MOON LEFT
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