sitting on the
ledge of my porch
i reach for the seliphane
wrapper that i love
take the a piece
of tobacco wonder out
i dig in my pocket for
the cold plastic of a bic
i light it and take a long drag
and feel that thick
wonderous
fog fill my lungs
the temp makes
the smoke more obvious
the sounds of daft punk
and the ting tings
still ring in my ears
and then the cough began
for 2 minutes i cough
then sickly look in my hand
covered in a spray of blood
a tear rolls down as
i know 1 thing
this is my last one or
ill never be able to rest
know i died a left everything undone
unprotected
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