The smoke twists and turns
taking my pain my sorrows
spreading them to the universe
I am not an artist
not a poet
not a writer
I am nothing but a smoker
using my cigarette like a crutch
sucking in its smoke
and exhaling my mind
letting my nerves burn
with the tobacco
By the end of my cigarette
I am calm
and if I am not
I light another
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