2004-06-14, 6:34 a.m.
I hold an image of the ashtray girl.
A cigarette burn at best.
a sonnet of despair.
And a friendship laid to rest.
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Farewell the ashtray girl.
Because all our spoken words are dead.
Farewell the ashtray girl.
Because I want you out of my head.
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Farewell the ashtray girl.
Farewell to words you wish she said.
Because you know you miss her.
You miss her picture.
Or is it all the little things instead?
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Farewell the ashtray girl.
goodbye to waiting for.
Farewell the ashtray girl.
goodbye and furthermore.
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Farewell the ashtray girl.
Farewell to fairy tales you read.
Farewell the ashtray girl.
Farewell to things best left unsaid.
-Dustin Armeneau, June 14, 2004