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Jan 2014
smoke licks the walls,
seep through the cracks,
finding me on the other side,
I inhale,
tasting you at the back of my throat,
hard in my head,
I float.
Blood cells go black,
I fade,
into bright embers,
return to the earth.
Pepper Smith
Written by
Pepper Smith  F/New York City
(F/New York City)   
615
   Dharker and Oli Nejad
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