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Jan 2015
He took a drag
like it would do absolutely nothing
No discomfort
No tar in the lungs
No coughing
No high;
Just a deep breath,
but with lips pressed over a joint

The subtle grooves in
his slow nod
were more in tune
with the music
than anyone's hips
shaking on the dance floor
Some Person
Written by
Some Person  Midwest
(Midwest)   
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