Smoke
            
            Like a tyranny it flews, 
Deep in human lungs, 
With its sinned self, 
A cigarette's smoke.
It burns, but human inhales, 
The fading pleasure,
The faking pleasure, 
Of a cigarette's smoke. 
Can the time be turned?
Lungs are burnt, 
In need of help, 
Inhaling a cigarette's smoke. 
When death be turned, 
Time has come, 
The cancerious self, 
Kills a cigarette's smoke.
            2018-05-28 18:41:14
            
            
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