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Jan 2017
I quit drinking
but kept smoking,
I prefer my executioner sober;
cloaked in poison
obscured by smoke.
Cascading to my lungs like silk,
bubbling up like tar.
Efficiency is not my goal
the destination is.
I'll take the longer route
for now, traveling forward keeps me sane.
Sane may be a stretch
it keeps me busy, at least.
Written by
David Mc G  Ireland
(Ireland)   
230
   Rapunzoll
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