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Aug 2019
everyone said i'd cough
with my first drag
smoke in my lungs
nicotine in my veins
it's normal, they said.

i didn't cough.

i smoked it down to ashes
staining my fingers
staining my windowsill
silently.
Written by
brooklyn
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