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I sit under a black sky

no stars in sight,

alone at night.

I break down my herb,

I roll my pain, my sorrow, my stress, my thought's, my hope's.

When the smoke fills my lungs,

the person I was is no more.

When the smoke fills my lungs

I hear the rain much louder now,

suddenly I remember how to feel again,

When the smoke fills my lungs.