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Kicking Buckets

he holds you the way he holds his burnt out cigarette
you will find yourself hanging at the edges of his lips
swaying back and forth in his mouth
until his tongue pushes you out
and drops you like ashes beneath his feet
he will walk away with pieces of you
stuck to the bottom of his boot

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