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He is unsmoked cigarettes

And lukewarm tea

A morning routine

(He’s) not consumed by me

A craving that will fade

Left unfinished in the sink

Until my wine-stained lips

Call the next round of drinks

I’ll wake up in the morning

Next to someone new

But I still fell asleep

Hoping that someone would be you.