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Nov 2014
I see you in the chair on my front porchΒ when I'm alone and it's dark.

It all goes quiet after a while.

It's easy to lose count of how much you've smoked when the air is cold.
Whether it's puffs of cold air or puffs of cigarette smoke,
I can't tell
It doesn't matter anyway.

**I'm still thinking of you.
**
aphrodite
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aphrodite  Non-binary
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