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Oct 2015
my hands smell like nicotine
and I’m sorry that I’m not
one those girls
with a pretty mind and
flowers in their hair,
I’ve just got a cigarette between my fingers
and tears in my eyes.
Keeana Calmes
Written by
Keeana Calmes  Guelph, ON
(Guelph, ON)   
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