Eyelight stings my dreams.
I shake the sleep off my hands,
attempt to start a new life.
A new what.
Butt the cigarette
tells dirty jokes.
In the middle of a word a fly
drives me home.
Home looks unfamiliar.
I greet it like an old friend.
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