How gladly I- of you
Oh the fire on my cigarette.
Unbearably smokeless
shall life be-
had I never encountered you.
All the boredom and pitch nights
here no more,
A wish I do have
that you could burn longer,
long enough for me
to have my cigars.
Jember-Surabaya, Indonesia, April 2004
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