please do not smoke
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Puff, Puff
Inhale
Puff, Puff
Inhale.
Sip your whiskey,
how does it taste?
Like the tears I've cried over your abandonment?
Like the gravel I've paced back and forth on,
a pregnant woman
subjecting tobacco to a life that is beginning to form
you inhale dark cloud that smothers no breathing room to your newborn
you exhale possibilities of your child becoming retarded,
