Chain-Smoking
Untold tales
of untaken chances
Of what could
or should have been
Linger, float,
drift slow in lazy air
Like deathly
ashen, oval smoke rings
Leaving the arid
mouth and parched lips
Of this drunken,
drowsy chain-smoker.
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