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Jan 2016
You smelt musky like a mystery
and had a cloud of gray swallowing you
from the cigarette swallowing your lungs.
If that smell floated off of anyone else,
I would've been repulsed by the cancer stick.
You didn't notice my eyes' constant gaze
of the crevices of your pale face.
I thank God I got out with your Facebook page,
I don't know what I would do if I couldn't contact you.
I would probably feel like I do now that you're gone.
I feel hungry for attention
And crave that scent that lingers in my nose.
Callie Greene
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Callie Greene  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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   Miranda Renea
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