I rise and fall in a cloud of minty smoke.
Reverberating around me, my thoughts deafen me.
The city closes in-suffocating me,
And silently, I choke.
The cold cuts sharp; I am painfully aware.
My mind traces the pattern of my various thoughts,
Articulate, reasoned or just ugly blots-
I gasp out shaky air.
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