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BUTT

  • Dec 10, 2025
  • 1 min read

By H. E. Ross


I lie in a gutter on a rainy night with sewage water streaming along my face in neon reflections and a bent cigarette butt jaggedly finds its course toward my face. I cannot move and the butt touches my nose, then lips and runs on by in a twirl.

 

 

 

 
 

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