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Cigarette Sun

There is a girl in that tree smoking a blue cigarette
Ash falls like gray snowflakes, powder fine storm
In Night up close the burning tip looks like the sun
Or a red star perhaps,
She will smoke her last one before she flies
Into distant memories, into another galaxy
Where even wishes come true~

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers