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The smoke filled air Burns my throat. Ash fell like snow last night. Yet here I sit Outdoors Filling my lungs With smoke of another kind. As without, So within my blackening lungs.
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:11 AM UTC
Gray Skies and Cheap Highs
The smoke filled air Burns my throat. Ash fell like snow last night. Yet here I sit Outdoors Filling my lungs With smoke of another kind. As without, So within my blackening lungs.
#wildfire#smoke#smoking#cigarettes#nicotine#ash#lungs
micawood
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micawood
29/Non-binary/Pacific NW
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:11 AM UTC
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