Turns nostrils into exualses
short and long kitchen chimneys
carbon dioxide exit
of hot white dangerous gas
with tar, nicotine and others,
black soot warms the lung
like overused kitchen
like wet burning liters
nostrils inhale exhalings
with no gun and knife
pill or injection
fight or accident
why you have decided to kill yourself?
smoking kills
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