She stands there without a care

A girl under the lamp-bright

I may have known her once

I may have known you too


A cigarette, lit in her hand

Burns down to ashes alone

Its light burnt out to a subtle tone

She never finished it

Neither did you


Her hair, so soft and light

Falls over her shoulder in the darkness

The emotions I suppress

She felt them

So did you


What brought her to this place?

It sickens, the disease

For in this night there is no breeze

The air smothers away the remnants of God





The End

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