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as the sink sings.

as the sink sings, the window cries smokey yellow tears. a love song, too sad to hear again. the cigar is still a-lit on top of the commode where it has left a stain. porcelain world of white, clean with smokey stench...the sink beginsagain. a lovely song, too happy to hear again. the window opens to dark, city air of smog. cigar smolders in its' stain of nicotine yellow, they breathe it in.

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