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You inhale a puff of a cigarette,
You exhale a smoke of a regret.
Inside-out the fumes spread,
Knitting you with its foggy thread.
You feel it as a comfy silk yarn,
Even after the bold scary warn.
Its nicotine induces an euphoric kick,
You be a prey of its terrific trick.
A cleverly addictive soot depositor,
Resulting in a sharp shoot encounter.
Was it a mirage of pain lapse?
Or a mirror of your inner collapse?
Think before an ember embrace,
For it deliberately ruins your grace.
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