Verruca Plana Treatment Emedicinr

I still have a lit cigarette

walk barefoot on the floor

to feel the cold under the skin

reminds me that I'm still alive

watch the rain fall from the balcony

since you went away

I still have a lit cigarette



bank accounts do not return books

not cross my mind is full

the FIGRA

but the flesh dries on my bones

since you went away

I still have a lit cigarette



wearing the same clothes for days

so do not forget your smell

the bed on your side is already done

I do not sleep, I lie down without touching

the remains of your last breakfast

the floor, standing near the bedside

I stop to watch, I remember your mouth

I still have a lit cigarette.



and old tell me that they fear death and buried scars



back to scream but no longer plays Blu

and I still have a 'last cigarette

that last one is not.