There’s something white between the fingers of my hand:
It seems to be a cigarette that nearly is about to end.
I’m sitting at the table having a cup of strong black coffee,
Though I do know it’ll lead me to my black wooden coffin…
A pack of fags that lies beside
Tells me that everything will all right...
A fag
© Copyright: Алексий Голослов, 2003
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