After the cigarettes, there is nothing left but sunrise.
The dark becomes filtered and blue
and the Asian lady next door will soon be going to work.
Once a friend asked me, “Why do women like clichés?”
I had no answer for him on that day, but now,
as the leaves are black and the dew is light on the grass,
I understand. After a woman is charmed,
she believes that the world contains no other women.
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