Smoke
 
 
I adore the smoke of a cigar  
with a cup of expensive liquor 
to relax my mind and spirit down 
from over thinking without an end 
I follow the smoke of a hot bath  
when I see the hot water slide off 
her bare flesh slides down the tub 
with worries, that I will miss her one day 
I get scared from watching  
black smoke in my homeland 
because I know that people die 
below and it creates a funeral in a feast 
 
			
			
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