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Every now and then I get the crave. Sneaks up on me like a kitten stalking a butterfly and for a few seconds I’m held fast in the grip of a lioness roaring after-coffee menthol memories.  Top of the morning to you, too.


Acrid pungent cool wafting,
High maintenance by manicured default,
Coming out twenty times a day,
Some days I wonder why I quit.