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Feb 2014
There is a sore,
from where cigarette butts
slightly rub
as ash is flicked into the air,
on the side of my
index finger
how much smoke has engulfed my lungs?
there's one when I wake up
one on the way to work
one during break
one on my way back home
one after the shower
then one every half hour
forty five minutes, tops
oh ****
why can't I
stop
Daniel Magner 2014
Daniel Magner
Written by
Daniel Magner
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   Joe Satkowski, --- and Kendal Anne
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