No. No cigarette of victory today. Just the last one in the pack. A cigarette of exhaustion. Sucked on slowly and gently. The smoke filling my lungs is not for releasing tension. It is to put away thoughts, fold up the tables and turn out the lights.
Throw the levers, friends, throw the levers.
Throw the levers, friends, throw the levers.
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