Cigs

A cigarette when just woke up,
Smoking and coffee,
Puffing and walking,
Rings of the smoke while I am talking
To you.
Coughing in my dreams
My lungs out
And still sucking nicotine
Of that little stick
Not of an incense.
Jeez, – I am addicted,
Blue cloud over my head,
Yawn, – not to you!

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