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She sits on the edgeof the abyss, as she
lights up another
cigarette, not a star,
those were put out
long ago,
by the smoke her
tortured lungs chew up,
and spit out.
Curling up, so thin,
so free, forming
new clouds.
There are no clear skies.
No brighter days.
Nothing lights up,
but her cigarettes.
She sits still,
no free-falling,
no hitting the bottom.
Just wondering,
if the billowing smoke
she can see down there
coming from hell,
or wherever else,
would taste as bitter,
as her dear nicotine friend.