Toxic State
Smoke from newspapers, streets,
schools, politicians......is making
my mind blurry. Screenshots
of my mind look like a battle-field;
a fight between my thoughts
and others' thoughts. I am under
pressure from inside, like a cigar clinging
onto its stuffed smoke......
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