Aunties Coffin
We shared a cigarette
But she was six feet deep
Tombstone at my feet
The pall mall burned as incense on her grave
While she breathed, I was always afraid
To young to look her in the face
To see her radiant grace
Believed her when she told me
That she was a witch
That hat with a strange stitch
Those eyes so mysterious
Awake until the sun awoke
Those moments ours alone
Within her castle like home
No animals, or children of her own
But always a book in the right
And a long thin cigarette in the left
The incense of her personal religion
With a doctrine only she could confess
And now from within the coffin
We are the closest
Did you ever think we would share a cigarette.
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Hollow Paradice
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