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All For Naught

The cigarette burns,
glowing embers in the night,
while smoke slowly drifts.
Coffee steam swirls in the air,
I sip the comforting warmth.

So alone tonight,
I watch a star on her path.
I am a poet,
struggling with a blank page,
while illusive words tease.

My eyes close to tears,
as my body grows weary,
succumbing to pain,
my mind still searching my thoughts,
while my cigarette burns on.

Yet soon dawn will come,
and I shall lay my pen down,
thinking all for naught.
As I seek refuge in sleep,
my last cigarette burns out.

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