A cigar,
Billowing smoke fills the room,
Little cloud.

The boxed books,
Slowly fills the dark wood shelves,
Now dusted.

A large chair
Filled with knick knacks and paper,
Gather things.

Smokey room,
With books and now found brandy,
Without glass.

Water glass,
Brandy replaces water now,
Lost in words.



Gloom 99

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