I found a friend in Smoke.

Ode to Cigarettes!

Smoke rises as i inhale your inner beauty,
As minutes shave off my life,
I savor every second with you, 
my long cylindrical vapor vixen,
i puff in memories of new friends met with you,
I suck in tarry heartbroken conversations shared over you venomous comfort,
Only so much can be heard from a smokers song,
but so much can be expressed  through its rhyme and rhythm,
The smell speaks truth,
The puff spits acid,
You are my best friend.

The End

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