I’m following the smokey air.
It is everything I want.
Everything I am.
What I was.
And now can not bear.

Cigarettes light up the cold, dark sky.
It is all I used to be.
What I watch unravel in front of me.
music, love, laughter, my whole identity.
Seeing it all go by.

M.P.Yasmine

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