I watch as you inhale your hourly dose of nicotine
Enjoying the noxious aroma and the small billowing puffs escaping your lips
The way you hold your habit
So nonchalant in your hands
There's a moment of relief in your face
There's a glint of greed in your eyes as you anxiously put fire to tobacco
The ashes are lazily transported in the breeze
Falling softly like little unpleasant snow flakes
I watch intently as you indulge
Odd how you make addiction look beautiful
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I have also been one of those addicts of tobacco till some time back and now when I enjoy my freedom, I can repeat the closing line with my own emphasis: Odd how you make addiction look beautiful