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May 2014
Before I fall asleep, my chest burns
like I've swallowed a lit cigarette

and if you aren't there to smother it,
I wake up coughing smoke
into my hands.
(b.r.o.)
Eli
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Eli  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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