kryptonite
i take a long deep drag,
taking in all the spirit of my dunhill.
i think to my self,
this stick may not last for so long,
and with all indulgence, i have to take the chance.
not all of these are made with the same perfection,
with the same insanity.
i puff again. and again. and again without letting go.
i may not want this to end, but i can never be so sure.
i’ve heard people say carpe diem. and so will i.

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