spiraling up like a wiry haze
the strings from the cigarette
flew back into the lungs
and i die from cancer
without even knowing what it is
to smoke
and i wonder
lying back on squeaky white sheets
amidst figures in white
how does it feel to inhale..
how does it feel to breathe..
everything is so clogged up now
even imagination
agune agun jole
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paansh ore obohele
one should be a smoker before writing about smoking
whoever said i did or didnt ?
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