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  • Writer: M. Renae Dubois
    M. Renae Dubois
  • Aug 1
  • 1 min read

Cigarettes are circling

In and out my head

Round the thoughts go as I try

To stay firm in my stead

No wait, reverse, that's not the way

The line, that we know goes

The swirling smoke I'm thinking of

Is going up my nose

An irritant, appears to me

Acknowledgement of weakness

A crutch, stupid commitment

To my health, which it, it breeches

I look at tar stained finger

Feel the burning in my lungs

I know I should extinguish this

The song it should be sung

I can only do my very best

Which ironically is nought

I need to stop and sit it out

And no more baccy bought

 
 
 

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