somewhere far away from here
a mad guy committing suicide
slowly and in comfort (he told me so)
with filtered cigarettes
identified my nightmares
domesticated my terrors
and turned me a voyeur
to the self.
thanks to him
i learnt a few tricks - now
i get my thrills watching me perform.
thanks to him
i have taken to cigarettes
(slowly and in comfort) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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