Pray For the Cure
he pretends
his cigarette
is a message,
carried by
angel ravens
into the clouds,
dropped into
the fingerprint
of God.
he says more prayers
these days
than he has
for a while.
when he runs out
of hope to inhale,
he'll sift the ashes
and light the char
until heaven
sends rain to extinguish
his need.
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