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Dec 2013
If I had to guess
I'd taste like hot tea and cigarettes--
bittersweet and grey
with a menthol burst.
I'm a coughing fit
at 4am, when you're too cold
to sleep and lonely again.

If I had the guts to guess,
I'm the itch in your solar plexus
just south of your heart
and insignificant,
until the arctic wind sweeps
the breath from lungs
in a hazy puff of body heat.

It sounds terrible,
cancerous , at best,
but if you asked me to guess
(since you'll never let me know)
I'd bet your kiss, too,
tastes like hot tea and cigarettes
in the middle of the night.
This is what happens when I procrastinate during finals week lolololololol
Written by
featherfingers  swpa
   Celeste, Randy Vera, --- and Basko
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