The Forever Smoke

The cigarette burns.
The smoke taps the spine.
The response arrives in lines of gibberish,
That the body fails to read.

My insides churn.
The black takes its time.
The smoke rolls and dives in the Forever stitch,
As time caters to our final need.

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