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As the smoke curves around me I feel unstable, unsteady
Like I was spinning around in circles
Or the world was spinning around me

Constantly turning thoughts over in my mind, effortlessly
Inhaling the smoke deeper to wash away the foulness of this place,
Of this so called home

It all began here, in this wretched place
But it has spread to everyone and everything
A darkness swept over my home and the world to bring them nothing but sorrow

I raise the cigarette, a depressing creation, to my lips
I feel stable, steady
The cyllindrical death in my mouth tastes better than the morose night air

I fall back onto the ground and I close my eyes, slowly
The night time is darker and more lonely than ever
There's no place like home





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