You are the air I breathe
in the alley of our big city.
Similar to the inhalation of fresh
air, yet lacking the enjoyment,
this is necessity. We breathe
out of habit and to break a habit
takes consecutive days without.
Withdrawal means death, and I
am too young to die.
The only way to get away
is to take something
maybe, a train, slowly
into the country where it can
be learned what is healthy.
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