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Sep 2014
my mother always told me to hold my breath when I walked past a smoker.
now I inhale deeply just to prove I'm old enough to make my own promises.

when we're kissing I can feel the ash
from the flames the flicker up the walls of your lungs.

maybe that's what they mean
by secondhand smoke.
mllcrff
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mllcrff  san fransisco
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