Cigarettes

There is something so romantic about cigarettes

The way they hang from an artists lips

As they’re leaned up against bricks

One leg up they inhale and exhale toxins

The fashion of quietly killing themselves

But I don’t see it

All I see is

The rise and fall of breaths

The unexpected beauty of a slow death

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