December, day thirty-six

by kendra   Feb 2, 2009


Midnight cigarettes have never tasted as good as they do right now.

windy streets,
walking feet,
and smoke floating on the air.

theres nothing to do here,
in this empty house,
but, again, theres nothing to do there.

welcome to the early morning movie, caffiene, and cigarette party.

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