That there cigarette
Filter through my breath
I light
Bring my fingers gently to my tongue
Lick and slither in the flame

My eyes close
My mind, close
Smoke navigates down
And whistles up and out

There ne’er was such a feeling
As it blows about the building wall
Grey-some picturesque
Just traveling out the world

There takes and floats a piece of my soul
From the origin of my mouth

 
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