Conspiracy

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by: Jojunanax "STI Tagb, Vestige Literary"

Another sick of the deadly lights
As this frustrated writer
On a frail attempt
To be a lyrical genius
Phew!
Too much trying
Puff...
Circle smokes she couldn't make
Crumples the paper
Tosses it into the air
Curse...
Daybreak draws nigh
Puff...
Words bleed out from the pen
This isn't want she wants
Puff...
She thinks...
"I'll probably die of lung cancer"
Remembers an old friend's advice
"You can only smoke half the stick"
Curse...
Drops the pen
Lights another one.

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