I was but one
In your pack of cigarettes
Picked me out of the box
Lit me up
And I burned
Became ash
As you needed me
Sweet relief
So completely
So briefly
Specks lost in the wind
But now I lie
Barely smoldering
On city concrete
Tread upon
By a passing shoe
None the wiser
To my moment
On your lips
—4.10.14
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"You can't expect to understand me completely through the medium of present-day conceptions. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival... I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need." [[The Fountainhead]]
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