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Smoke
With every breath I feel it tickle,
This black smoke,
Darker then death,
Settling deep in my breast,
The stress this thing brings,
Ripes my mind appart.
I cough but nothing comes up,
Though I expect the excess smoke that is sure to be there,
It's there right?
Swirling and twirlking in my chest?
Under fleash and bone muscle and fat,
Beneth the pumping of my blood,
I feel it there,
But nothign comes up.
I cough and hack and wheeze and still theres nothing of this black,
But I know it's there,
I can feel it.
