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Cigarette smoke fills my lungs as I press graphite to the dimly lit page I am uncertain if my light source is the street lamp or the moonlight Mucus builds up in the back of my throat Lovely habit I look up and see Orion and wonder what he thinks of me Does he think of me? I put out my cigarette and the faint yet pungent odor of marijuana hits me Maybe some Mary Jane would help this flow better Maybe I begin to count Ten Ten cigarettes to last me until Monday I reach for another, begrudgingly Filthy habit Orion looks down at me with disgust Or is it indifference? Marlboro Red's The sharp veil that adorns Death's alluring figure Each puff is a tighter grip onto my unhallowed lover Smoke hits my eyes, stinging them Death is such a tease And I am in love
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Untitled Free Verse on the Subject of Smoking
Cigarette smoke fills my lungs as I press graphite to the dimly lit page I am uncertain if my light source is the street lamp or the moonlight Mucus builds up in the back of my throat Lovely habit I look up and see Orion and wonder what he thinks of me Does he think of me? I put out my cigarette and the faint yet pungent odor of marijuana hits me Maybe some Mary Jane would help this flow better Maybe I begin to count Ten Ten cigarettes to last me until Monday I reach for another, begrudgingly Filthy habit Orion looks down at me with disgust Or is it indifference? Marlboro Red's The sharp veil that adorns Death's alluring figure Each puff is a tighter grip onto my unhallowed lover Smoke hits my eyes, stinging them Death is such a tease And I am in love
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
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