It Started With a Cigarette
In the end it was the smoke that brought them down.
The flames they could see, the fire they could hear,
so they ran and ran until they could run no more.
Smoke was everywhere and from within its grasp
they could no longer see a way to the air.
The harder they ran the harder they breathed
and the more the smoke consumed them,
until at last they surrendered and lay down
and the smoke covered them and tucked them in
and brought to them the gift of dreams
and the sleep of a longer night.
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