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Last Cigar
I am just chasing
the joker in
this deck of cards
all has become chance
in this smoky desolate
and as i reach for
the queen of hearts
and grab for that last leg
of hope
she pulls away
with her bags of tricks
waitress in your black lace
can i get one more whiskey
nope as she whispers sweet nothings
in the reaper's other ear
damn it
if i could get just
one ace maybe
that of the spades
making me a
here comes that next cut
am i out or in
everything now is
only in a
here comes
the river card
it is just a mixture
and sin
breaking with a sweaty
I get betrayed by
a judas kiss
in a
urgent and cold
slow burn
of that last cigar

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By ThaPoeticFire

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