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Last night, I dreamt I went into this little store to see if they had a particular brand of cigarette we used to smoke occassionally in college. They were colored. We only smoked them "occassionally" because they were damned expensive, but god, we looked good smoking them. Made by Nat Sherman. I hadn't thought of that in years, so I don't know why I dreamt of them or how I remembered "Nat Sherman." Once I woke up, I remembered what they were called--Fantasia Lights.
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
