Her laughter broke the silence
in which I waited
my cigarette smoke mingled with the rain and
the click of her heels as she approached
"Got a light?" her red lips whispered
I flicked open my zippo and
she cupped her hand
as I touched flame
to the devils smoke I heard
angels lamenting my demise
but her smile
"My God. . . ." her smile
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