his raison d’être

the oxygen in his lungs is replaced

with nothing but grey, choking clouds.

breathing recklessly

he cannot comfort or calm his lungs

for the smoke dances mockingly

hungry for attention

he stares at the shadowed faces in the folds of his robe

the smoke stains them

and smothers her lingering scent.

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