oh it’s times like these
i wish that i still smoked!

i just crave a craving
i crave a distance
between me and all that is (and is not)

those protected moments before bedtime
when everything was quiet

my body quiet with long inhales
my soul quiet with long exhales

i really do miss it sometimes
although the sadness of that last puff
almost didn’t make it worth it

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