Candlelit Cigarette
All these new things,
Happening.
Time passes through me like a breeze -
But the hours feel like eternity.
These cigarettes hurt me,
But I can still breathe -
My heart skipping beats -
Occasionally.
All these new things,
Happening.
Time passes through me like a breeze -
But the hours feel like eternity.
These cigarettes hurt me,
But I can still breathe -
My heart skipping beats -
Occasionally.
cigarette   journaling   love   passion   personal   poetry   rhyme   wind   writer   writing
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