In your hand
In your hand you hold something capable
of destroying, something that makes
walls yellow. Something that blackens the
pink. Something that makes the green
disappear. Something that could tear
a unit into pieces. Something
bad. Something that is a bad habit.
You hold a
cigarette.
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