Nov 2013
Choking, i spat out a piece of my lung,
Into the white porcelain sink,
Then after brief pause, I lit up another one.
And used the black tar as ink.
Into the white porcelain sink,
Then after brief pause, I lit up another one.
And used the black tar as ink.
A Note from an asthmatic smoker.
(Montreal)
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