The cigarette ash
Sinks from his lips
As his gaze turns to
The distance

“I’m not like
Other guys,”
He mutters
Mysteriously

She snorts
Without grace
And rolls
Her eyes

“Of course
You aren’t,”
She smirks
With a lilt of a

Knowing,
Satire
Wisecrack.

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