shadows disappearing
shades of grey lingering
lost my favourite colour
out of reach, desperate war
cloudy cliffhanger
was not a stranger
so can't make a scar
I inhaled fumes, passive smoking
twisted lungs spooky alveoli
coughs and puffs
and then red and dead.

Writer's Note:
I don't smoke and no one should.

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