Reality – 2016

Reality is relative.

Slow Suicide – A Poem

He takes a slow drag - an unfiltered cigarette. There is no one around the night is cold as he walks alone. The dark city streets menacing enough to keep the toughest men inside their homes Another drag slow and long he doesn't look before crossing the street. He walks on, lighting another cigarette on …

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