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Tiny Cities Made of Ashes

She inhales her smoke like perfume
And lets the smog seep past her skin
Turned to poison slipping slowly
Through the arteries within

She watches embers smolder
And lets her cigarette drag on
Choking back the fatal ashes
That she wished for all along

The cancer cells start building
Crafting cities in her lungs
And all the time she’s laughing
At the chaos she calls fun

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