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my mother always told me to hold my breath when I walked past a smoker. now I inhale deeply just to prove I'm old enough to make my own promises. when we're kissing I can feel the ash from the flames the flicker up the walls of your lungs. maybe that's what they mean by secondhand smoke.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
the night is orange and so are we
my mother always told me to hold my breath when I walked past a smoker. now I inhale deeply just to prove I'm old enough to make my own promises. when we're kissing I can feel the ash from the flames the flicker up the walls of your lungs. maybe that's what they mean by secondhand smoke.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
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