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The Smoke


What is that smell?

It crawls through the walls like a ghost

It is the parasite,

And you're it's host.

It can creep in whether you want it or not.

It's body in your lungs,

It's temperature hot.

It creeps to the healthy,

Like a disease from the ones doing.

Seeping from their mouths,

Gently pursuing.

The good listen to their doctors.

They follow the cautions,

Given by proctors.

Don't try to escape,

For it's all around.

So stay in the shadows, 

And don't make a sound.

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