You smoke your time
like it won't run out,
but what will you
do when you reach
the last cigarette?
-you'll beg
for a new
package,
HIRAYA.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
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You smoke your time
like it won't run out,
but what will you
do when you reach
the last cigarette?
-you'll beg
for a new
package,
HIRAYA.
