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Apr 2018
Take a deep breath,
and forget about death.
Once more, I set the stick aglow.
My fingers smell of tobacco.
Oh, I wish you could know.
Tenderly I blow.
I want to let go,
let my habit lie fallow,
but I'd miss the flow.

This is precious cargo.
Jo Barber
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Jo Barber  22/F
(22/F)   
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     Pseudonym, L T Caulfield and laura
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