'Pack of Cigarettes'

Yours held tightly in the pocket of my jeans.
Befriended a purple lighter in the means,
My nerves are hoax fine.
Then light a cigarette comes to mind.
Off we go to the smokers' section.
Pass the crowd in a quick collection.
Outside is fresh air and a wonderful breeze.
Even the birds are chirping in the trees.
Flick and strike the flame alight.
Sound of my cigarette churn as the smoke take flight.
Exhale to relieve the tension tick.
Ashes float at every flick.
Inhale the taste of nicotine.
Blowing smoke is a mellow scene.

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