Down to the last
Burning in my hand
It soon shall be past

Smoke
Harsh
But smooth
Somewhat clashing
With my mood

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I need people
The kind i'm not used to
Ones who make me feel
The opposite of blue
I have not one
I have two

Both named nick
Whom I did not pick
Around they chose to stick

I am lucky
And grateful for these two
They make me feel
Less than blue