in weather,
the dropping of the temperature,
i need
to rest
more on the city
bench.
i catch my breath
from the long
walk
and take
out my blue inhaler.
i look around
to see that no one is
watching,
then take a hit or two.
filling my
lungs with the chemicals
that will
me allow me to rise
and go on.
vanity is everything.
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