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Pockets fill with cigarette ends,
who knows when it started- the need
to flick off the ember and carry the filter.
A habit that can't be broken like the way
we find ourselves saying "thank you" when someone says thank you.
Our service industry pleasantries, the bowing and scraping.
And aren't we all too occupied looking forward and back
(lines tighten and slacken) to live in moments.
When we finally surface from our oceans of regret
we will wait in the sand for the ones
made to lick the salt off our bodies.
who knows when it started- the need
to flick off the ember and carry the filter.
A habit that can't be broken like the way
we find ourselves saying "thank you" when someone says thank you.
Our service industry pleasantries, the bowing and scraping.
And aren't we all too occupied looking forward and back
(lines tighten and slacken) to live in moments.
When we finally surface from our oceans of regret
we will wait in the sand for the ones
made to lick the salt off our bodies.