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The Last Cigarette

November 9, 2007

Together, the Caddish Limbs


























Hands are not of the spirit.
They will betray you in real form.
When you are faced with the Freedom of falling,
they will clench to the vast cliff side.
Posted by The Last Cigarette at 11:02 AM

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