I adore the smoke of a cigar
with a cup of expensive liquor
to relax my mind and spirit down
from over thinking without an end
I follow the smoke of a hot bath
when I see the hot water slide off
her bare flesh slides down the tub
with worries, that I will miss her one day
I get scared from watching
black smoke in my homeland
because I know that people die
below and it creates a funeral in a feast
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