you see
the smokers
huddled outside
the hollows
of buildings
like
drug addicts.
cupping
their cigs
in their hands,
stamping
their feet in
the cold.
another drag,
another
puff, quickly,
it's starting
to rain. then
back to work
and biting
their nails.
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