Three Wooden Matches
Thank God I don't have these sort of dark flashes anymore!
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in my pocket, the one on the right
i carry three wooden matches
i take the first
and strike it agaist the wall
to light my cigarette
and discard it
watching a small puff of smoke
escape from it's charred tip
the second match
lights a picture
of her
the flame rides a wave of blackness
until i can no longer see her smile
and after a bath of gasoline
i light the third
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