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Nov 2014
I realized as my friends shared a cigarette in the car that the smell reminds me of friday afternoon drives and not of sitting on your porch those summer nights, entangled in your arms and the ribbons of smoke.
Now as the smoke escapes out the car window, so do the remaining thoughts of you.
And I couldn't feel any better
Casey
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