The smoke dances to the music of my sadness.

Its cinnamon scent warms a blue soul.

How I wish I could be dancing, drunken, and mindless.

Basking in a temporary joy

Stumbling through jumbled thoughts of disappearing.

Instead, the smoke whisps its way around the room

The ceiling stares back at me.

Melancholy tunes guide the rhythm,

As a sober mind drifts into mists of cinnamon dreams

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