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Evening
November 18, 2002

Here's a cigarette friend,
Under stars of night
That shine and transcend
All that which is mundane
All that which is dying, plain
But I don't complain
I'm only a slave to this game
Roaming, wandering without a name
Breathing, lusting without shame
I'm out walking with a cane
Under dark clouds, a night sky
And a light rain
Inhaling into my lungs a thought
Of a pretty dame
Who caught my eye and captured my pain
Threw it to the wind and left me here
With her words streaming through my veins
On a dark and stormy night,
Waltzing alone under purple rain