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this is for you.

me to cigarette

by emily morgan

 

cool quiet entrance

now his.

burrowed

invaded

imbedded

little stones

chipped wood

plastic fuzz glass

burnt laid down in a bed of

debris

sogging sitting tobacco

back from where he came

 

 

cigarette to me

by emily morgan

 

get your iphone out of my face

instagram ignorance

snapchat social justice

tweet tribal tattoos

facebook fascism/and-any-other-ism-you-know

tumblr sexuality issues

sweaty pierced skin

brow burrowed with thoughts

get your iphone out of my face

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Published
May 25, 2013
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