the real thing

The Real Thing

This is
your sanctuary
isn’t it,
a young
girl smoking
her own
cigarette said
as she
walked past
my open
window where
I was
parked on
the hill
in my

She didn’t
stop for
an answer.

She’s the
real thing.

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