Untitled Poem # 20…

by Talha Minhas

It is late at night,
and I am smoking my last cigarette.
Winter feels like it will never end…
But…
It will.
And so will
this
last
cigarette.
I am losing the will to let this poem ‘unwrite’ itself…
through
my words…
Neither is this last cigarette willing to stay the night.

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