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I’m craving a smoke

I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog

to fill my empty lungs to

pass the time to

feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with

solitude

and meditate in cramped spaces with no air.

Lightheadedness

I hope one day you find what you are looking for but I still won’t

count my blessings. Despair is

an art

and I

try too hard sometimes to ignore pain.

And other times to fill my lungs with

a kind of tragic beauty

that kills.

I know you too feel the endless bitter burn of existence, I know your

melancholy

Oh too well. I’m in love with my suffering now, are you?

The way it

scratches too soft, too hard, tickles and then subsides. The way it

travels through your veins and insides, fills you with

all sorts of burns and bruises but

I’m just craving a smoke right now.

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