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Poison
Mouths opening and closing,
pushing their heads above the surface,
the goldfish are begging for food at my feet.
A sudden movement out of the corner of my eye,
a butterfly,
alights on a rock amongst the rubble,
where rats have been seen,
scurrying,
searching for food,
ignoring the poison left for them,
under the stone buddha.
Filling my lungs with the bitter-sweet smoke,
of another cigarette,
I inhale the mixture of chemicals and toxins,
that are slowly poisoning me,
and will one day stop my heart.
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