Thursday, October 21, 2004
Death of my Marlboro Man
Waking up to a new day
And he wasn't there anymore
The craving waned, the novelty faded
A new day with an empty box
His company no longer needed
To walk beside me in these dark ages...
I quit smoking.
Now what do I do with all these lighters? -- love, annie
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