Friday, January 2, 2015

the feeling of flicking 2014 from your fingers like a 
cigarette
that you haven't finished but feel satisfied with it's
ending-
partially guilty for feeding 
the sore ache of overburdened lungs, 
pressing yourself like a bruise.

the cigarette is gone,
the washing realization that
from this second on
you are brand new.
the world is an oyster 
but theres an entire menu 
you've yet to glance at

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