Tag: poetry
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Ashtray Girl
A tiger’s red eye blinking—she sucked each jointto ash, slid her handspast no return,snatchedmy hard-earned cash. She surfed a wave of whiskeypast the breakerseach new dawn,claimed every songworth singingremained as yet unsung. I met her and grew oldwith her, with onlyone regret—our spark flaredbright, but faded fast;a burnt-out cigarette. Ryan Stone
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