An Ode To My Joy.

chocolate

chocolate

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[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]perfectly rolled in my hand[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]i place the end to my lips[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]feeling the stiff cardboard of the crutch[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]i reach for a lighter and admire [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]my creation for one last moment.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]flicking the lighter
i burn the tip down
[/FONT][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]and inhaling deeply,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]becoming blessed[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]with decadent smoke.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]holding my breath[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]just for a moment[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]tasting the thick, piney aroma[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]while it fills my lungs,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]tickling my throat.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]exhale.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]the smoke becomes entangled[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]with the sun shining[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]through the blinds.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]playing games,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]chasing itself[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]in small swirls[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]as if from the tip[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]of some sort of [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]medieval dragons snout.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]i look for the ashtray,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]the couch feeling a little [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]softer,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]my fingers[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]beginning to feel [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]a little less sore.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]the whole time chuckling [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]to myself.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]i find it and flick the tip of ash off.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]the burning ember [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]shining as if a small glowing sun[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]was held between my fingers.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]i take another puff[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]and pass it off[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]exhaling as i get up from the couch.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]i open the front door [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]and walk to the balcony,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]watching the plaza across the street[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]watching the people rushing [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]in and out of stores,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]like small animals in
some sort of laboratory maze.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]today will be another day [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]i think[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]and now it will be[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]a little better.[/FONT]

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