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Jun 2019
C.
I hold it in between my fingers
So tight and so close
I light it, fire flares inside it
I place it on my lips
And I take a deep breath
White smoke comes out
Fiery flames from within
The more I take in
The closer to the end I get
As it loses its life
My finger grows hot
And my tongue burns
I breathe in the smoke one last time
Before the dark comes back.
Written by
Noura
269
   Bogdan Dragos
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