Smoke and Cigarette
i die in november
whenever it comes around
under the smoke rising from fire
someone burning, someone long-gone
and then time decides to slow down
i die in november
whenever it comes around
i sit at the station, smoking a cigarette
as a way to calm myself
and fight my anxiety before i get drown
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