I am in a cloudy room.
It is full of smoke.
Everyone is puffing cigarettes.
I hear someone begin to choke.They inhale each taste deeply.
Their lungs consume the deadly fumes.
With each silent drag,
They decide the dates on their tombs.Do they want to fit in?
Are they trying to look…
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