Final Resting Place
There you lay, in your final resting place of unforgiving, gray concrete. Dandelions shelter your remains, you are wet and yellowed by both time and use. Randomly chosen from amongst your pack, you were used, enjoyed, yet ultimately blackened and discarded. You rest unlit not six feet from a no smoking sign…was that the cause of your demise? Motionless you lay, being eaten by both ants and the elements. Once a craved after member of a pack, but when your fire burnt out you were left as nothing more than a distasteful, dirty, cigarette butt.
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