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Dec 2019
you’ll sit there—
smoking your cigarette by the window,
blowing smoke out your lungs
that drifts back in through the window...

and as that icy chill sweeps
your dizzy body all over,
you put your cigarette out on a quarter
and use a dead plants *** as an ashtray.
my roommate left for xmas break tonight ****
Written by
Ray Dunn  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
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