Lying on the bed
just waiting for the day to end
A lonely ember in my hand
reminding me all that I pretend

Smoke rising aimlessly
to meet my dreams at the ceiling
My heart is still beating
though hopelessly devoid of any feeling

I close my eyes
and imagine that nothing exists
but even in oblivion
my temptations are hard to resist

Only this moment
among the millions in the vastness called time
when I stub out the cigarette
is what I can truly call mine

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