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the waiting place

He flicked a cigarette ash into a Starbucks cup and looked up into the approximate area he believed I would understand to be my eyes. I didn't get to say everything, he rasped.
No one does, I said,but If you did get the opportunity how would you punctuate that last breath of yours?
My cup's on fire, dude.
Oh. Are you trying to be profound?
No, it was really on fire there for a second,
but now it's out.
I watched it happen.

Rene ~ 2013





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