This poem isn`t mine; I got it from the streets of my city. Hope this like you.........
"To you confident friend of my cold dawns;
When alone, immerced in this solitude,
I kiss you even when you don`t have red lips,
I cherish you even when you don`t have an alive body
To you and only you cigarrette. Of my dawns
To you who scared away with your penetrating smell
To you who steal my money cent by cent
To you, witness of my self destruction
To you and only you, I thank you
For listen my thoughts that travel in the wind
For being my confident and friend on my cold dawns"
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