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[abrighterday]

I smoke
So complusively
my lungs ache
I twist endless
Papers of wrapped
Flavored death
Light them
With a hot
Yellow mixed flame
That dances
Makes my insides
Excited, but nervous
Relaxed, but so tarred
I shake
At the sight
Smell, of anything
You see
Im addicted
My body is nicotine
Weed
Anything really I consume
As I loom through the air
Stop
Glance, and glare
I am a whispy smoke
That collects
To your hair!