With Each Puff I…

With each puff I stay
Grounded on sand
Sinking into the grains
To the level of my hands

With each puff I move
Towards a blind goal
Never expecting the best
Always receiving coal

With each puff I stop
To breathe in nicotine
Teasing the lungs with
The promise of formalin

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