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Lighter
25 Marlboros sit unopened in
 My room.
 Hidden under my bed, from
 My mom, from
 myself.
 I bought them 
 One rainy day
 My soul weak
 Feeble
 Not to say it was ever strong.
 They haunt me at night
 All day
 At school.
 Just one
 Take a match
 I don't own a lighter
 Inhale
 Exhale.
 My cowardice remains.
 I cannot raise it to my lips.
 Nothing goes in
 Nothing comes out
 My eyes stare at
 The end
 Willing it to catch
 Willing my timid spirit to burn with it.
 But I remain fearful.
 Or brave.
 Care for a smoke?

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