cigarette (Remove filter)
leaf
Been called a jabroni
for lighting a stogie.
Inhaling the relief,
exhaling my grief.
Dawn, August 13, 2023.
On my stoop I sit breathing
the aroma of the leaf.
Smoke caresses my cheek.
I inhale the thick smog,
my lungs give a cough.
Enjoy the taste of the leaf.
Monday 2nd October 2023 8:22 pm
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