The Hand, Remorse
Eileen is sitting at the café entry side
Big table
Unfocused
It is around sunset
The blue is mixed
With darkness
I went out
To take breath of smoke
My ultimate ******
For Five minutes
Two cigarettes in a row
Three times.
An attempt to swallow
Eileen's face.
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