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Nov 2015
the smell of cigarettes,
burning fresh tobacco, the dryness of my throat,
and the occasional coughs always
reminded me of someone I loved a long ago.
Now I don't smoke.
People say that "smoking kills"
I quit.
But every now and then you could find
a packet of fresh cigarettes in my coat pocket.
I quit.
Written by
AKHIL DEV M  india
(india)   
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