They're lined up outside
Billowing smoke
Like dragons
Cutting from school
Scratches of flame
Light up with their eyes
As they toke
Pull; Drag; Suck
Before cartwheeling
With practiced flick
Their dog-end to the floor
Scattering
Their polluting seeds
Which grow into filth
And decay
Becoming a fascination
For tiny hands
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