Hopeless Serenity 

I’ve seen her before.

This lukewarm pot full of boiling water.

This cigarette wrapped in a bow.

The hopeless serenity with each draw.

Every breath kills me slowly,

yet I feel so alive.

Maybe this is what I long for,

a short, sweet victory,

before the long, bitter road to my demise.

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