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Cigarettes are ceremonious. It’s the stay before a

Cigarettes are ceremonious. It’s the stay before a goodbye, a hug after a hi. It dilates time, gives you an excuse in place of a reason to linger. It fills in the silence & continues the conversations. Have it with chai or serve it with custard. It is the bridge over the river of small talk towards the sea of words. It’s a beastly bane and a beautiful boon. It is a plea to not leave me too soon. It is the extended hand of friendship, it’s the afterplay of sex. A cigarette is a gift that gives more time to you than it takes. Cigarettes, not regrets.
Cigarettes are ceremonious. It’s the stay before a goodbye, a hug after a hi. It dilates time, gives you an excuse in place of a reason to linger. It fills in the silence & continues the conversations. Have it with chai or serve it with custard. It is the bridge over the river of small talk towards the sea of words. It’s a beastly bane and a beautiful boon. It is a plea to not leave me too soon. It is the extended hand of friendship, it’s the afterplay of sex. A cigarette is a gift that gives more time to you than it takes. Cigarettes, not regrets.