There is only
a single matchstick
left in the box.
And there are
still so many things
I have to light;
the dangling filter
cigarette in my
dry, parched mouth,
and the shivering
water, sleeping in
the gas stove pot.
Which one should
I light at first?
Perhaps the wind
will snatch the fire
from the lonely
matchstick in the box,
and the cheeky gas
in the bottle escaped
for I can not hear him
nor smell his scent.
I would rather light
my cigarette now.
It is quite tasty
and very dry
it will surely
nurture the fire.
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