Filling my precious air
With your distinct smell
I choke
As it fills my lungs
With thick gray smoke
It burns my nose
And my mouth
As it lurks toward me
And you wonder why I walk away
When you speak to me
And I’m suffocating again
In your distinct smell
In my polluted air
I can’t breathe now
And I’d grab your arm
For your help
But they’ve taken you…
It was the cigarettes
It will always be the cigarettes
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