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Apr 2019
I may take a pause
Of indefinite length
But I'll never completely
Quit cigarettes
The rhythms,
And sounds
The sensuous, drifting
Curls and whorls of smoke,
These small rituals
Will always be a part of me
A confession. A symbiotic haunting.
Written by
Scott  Texas
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