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I think of last cigarettes They last in anticipation of what? Death? Better health? To quit smoking or quit living I have tried and failed at both Won't you trust me to inhale your carcinogens when I return? Will my return revitalize my feelings for you? Or will what has become a smoothed-over ceremony in my lungs turn to a harsh fit of coughing that tears us apart? Either way, sooner, later, an end will come. But that makes it all the more intimate. Maybe that's the idea of last cigarettes. to stare the cancer of doubt in the eyes and bathe in sparks of vitality- to take part in a comforting regiment and forget for a few breaths that the end is eminent
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
last cigarettes
I think of last cigarettes They last in anticipation of what? Death? Better health? To quit smoking or quit living I have tried and failed at both Won't you trust me to inhale your carcinogens when I return? Will my return revitalize my feelings for you? Or will what has become a smoothed-over ceremony in my lungs turn to a harsh fit of coughing that tears us apart? Either way, sooner, later, an end will come. But that makes it all the more intimate. Maybe that's the idea of last cigarettes. to stare the cancer of doubt in the eyes and bathe in sparks of vitality- to take part in a comforting regiment and forget for a few breaths that the end is eminent
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
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