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Lianna Walters Dec 2015
Inhale
The smoke burns down my throat
I'm dizzy
Exhale
It exits my lips,
Curling into the dark night sky
Repeat*
Each inhale leaves me wondering
Each exhale leaves me wanting
Desperately wanting
Maybe this time I'll get high enough
To maybe float away
And never come back down
Just something on my mind. It reminds me of a couple weeks ago.

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