Smoking

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Yesterday I was kissing you,
Your raspy breath filled my throat ,
You acted as you were my antidote,
My mind was happy about it too,

There wasn't a thought stuck in it,
You temporarily set me free,
And after all this I felt happy,
But then I came down back to it,

Reality.

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