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Kelly
Poems
Dec 2015
Incohesive Thoughts on Growing Up II
I'm sorry my clothes
smell like cigarettes
even though they're
newly washed;
I don't smoke, I promise--
I don't do my own laundry
when I'm at home
And I hate that
I am now familiar
with the disgusting,
skunky odor of ****
even though I've never
seen a blunt with my own eyes
But yet I still know
how it feels to be addicted--
not to a drug, to a person--
the effects are just the same.
It's like I need you to be
whole; a part of me is
missing when you're
not near--and God,
it hurts sometimes!
The anxious jitters
overcome me, eyes
cold and unnerving,
thoughts more
and more
convoluted
by the minute.
No, I've never smoked,
but that doesn't mean
I'm unaffected.
Secondhand smoke
has the power
to ****, too, you know...
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Kelly
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