Tobacco smoke,
in cancerous whisps,
ascends
and lingers
unmoved
by the vibrations
of music
Fully aware
of the direness,
perhaps not
believing
that direness,
another cloud
is exhaled
from enslaved lungs
This is about my relationship with smoking. i loathe the fact that i'm a smoker. If you're reading this and i have any influence at all over you do not start smoking. Or quit smoking if you do. i've smoked for two years more than half my life. That's effed up! i do believe it will be the end of me.
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