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Kwamé Mar 2018
We only smoke at night
Why?
She says,
Curiosity killed the cat,
Be patient or cut me loose.
Ash falls from the blunt
Hanging from my lips
I forgot to pass it
She takes a hit
Her chest puffs and her eyes water
She begins to cough and sputter
U been holding it in way too long
Let it out
And she says
Are you gonna let me down?
Kwamé Feb 2018
Bic flics as you
place me
between your fingertips
Guide me to your lips and
INHALE
Taste me on your tongue
Before you cast me out
In a cloud of smoke
And watch me disappear
French inhale
As I swirl around you
Bring me back in
For round two

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