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Nov 2016
It's not even that I miss **** that much, or the nicotine. I think I just miss the action of inhaling something denser than oxygen... And my teeth are whiter since I quit smoking. I can't get this foggy picture out of my head. The two of us are setting fireworks off on a bridge and maybe its just because I have to pass it on my way to work every morning but I miss you lighting my cigarettes and the rocket ships for me.
Maia Vasconez
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Maia Vasconez  Oregon
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