man,
i tell you not to smoke those cigarettes
(look like a young James Dean,
sun setting on your back,
dim glow of the tip warming the black ahead).
but who am i to disagree
when i make killer life choices everyday.
Deep breath in, blow the stress away.
Stop those fragile hands from shaking,
forefinger and thumb holding
your small piece of calm.
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