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$$$"""""" " """" $$$$$$ "T&$bxxd$&P" "T&$bxx$$$$$' " """"""$$$
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""" """""" """
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ggg "Winter" ggg
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$$$ by -> Neko $$$
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$$$ $$$
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$$$ [ HOE E-Zine #927 -- 12/01/99 -- http://www.hoe.nu ] .,$$$
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`"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""'
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I am standing outside the library on another cold winter day. It's
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really stupid of me to be out here, because I don't have my coat, but I
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have an addiction to cigarettes and am exiled to the frost.
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I flick my lighter and by the light from the fire I am able to
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read the lettering on my cigarette as I roll it through my fingers,
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preparing it for the short journey to my mouth. Marlboro.
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Because of the lack of people near me, I think back to when I was
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younger. I know I used to invent stories when there was no one around,
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but it seems like I've forgotten now, like my mind is broken.
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It all comes back slowly, though. Riding my bike home, nobody
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playing outside, no cars. Some nuclear war probably wiped everyone away.
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And then I pedal faster, certain that some survivor is chasing me, wild
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with rage. Finally, I make it home and relish in the peace it brings.
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The garage door opens, my parents come home and my fragile fantasy
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is once again drawn back to reality.
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I finish my cigarette, take one final drag, and wonder if what's
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coming out of my mouth is just smoke or my breath. I watch the cigarette
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glow for a second as it melts a hole in the snow.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #927 - WRITTEN BY: NEKO - 12/02/99 ]
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