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Dec 2018
Sometimes when I
light a cigarette,
I dream of the embers
burning down the line.
My fingers,
my whole body,
going up in smoke too.
The image hit me like a hurricane at night. Something short.
chichee
Written by
chichee  19/F/Sydney
(19/F/Sydney)   
808
   CE Green
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