

cigarettes"Why do you smoke cigarettes?" she asks. As I hear this, I let out a small cloud before sighing in thought. And then I respond.cigarettes
"Are you asking that because it's a dirty, filthy, disgusting, health deteriorating habit that leads to a slow and painful death? Or are you asking that because you worry about how long I will live so that you will then be able to encourage adherence to a painfully health-conscious culture that continually tries to cheat death with the likes of fat free butter, low carb bread, or any other kinds of those oxymoronic gifts modern science has given us?"
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content to stareA masterpiece. A picture framed in crushed velvet. So I see, as I look at you Asleep, I awake. Smoke travels upwards, from my cigarette to God The ceiling could be heaven, if you think enough and long Insomnia, some blessing, no pleasant little spell You mumble, twist, and turn, as though a secret youve to tell A perplexing situation. I savor every moment. I just want to watch you there so peaceful But if my eyes would only grow heavy I might wake up to your face Perhaps dance with you in a dream Where the world accepts no limits &ncontent to stare
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keep your dream alive, dreaming is still how the strong survive.
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