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Nov 2018
i breathed you in
and filled my lungs
with every ash of you
inhaling every smoke of you
they say i’ll get sick
they say i’ll die
of too much cigarettes
but they didn’t know
i’ll die if i breathed you out





—you, my cigarette
version 2 of my previous poem, puff
Isabelle
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Isabelle  25/F/Philippines
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