sweet, sweet misery

cigarette ashes on the bottom 

of my jeans and my shoes;

stones on the background,

clouds comin up from the rusty grill

making my morning more hazy

cold beer rushing inside my throat

no company, just me and a feeling

and these clouds of smoke getting

thickier by the second making my

morning hazier it seems to send me

to another dimension…

this life is hell, i mused.

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