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Cigarettes

Cigarettes By Rose Bence   My friend likes the smell of cigarettes The nicotine teases her nose The burning ends of people‚Äôs regrets   As we watch the spinning of roulettes Smoke, intertwining into clothes My friend likes the smell of cigarettes   The men sitting there, sweats Over and over complaining of their woes…

Closure

Closure By Rose Bence   You Burned me and carved your initials Into my poetry And the ashes are Still swirling years later   My pen chases echoes of hashtags and art Raging and still not burning out I’m still waiting for the flame from matchstick to finger But nothing is catching   My ink…