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when I was sixteen Grace and I smoked some cigarettes on her drive way on a summer afternoon my first breath a rush of nicotine made me dizzy to childhood we drove and listened to Christian music briefly sweating while we swore and smoked Allison and I loved winter cigarettes bland coffee and cold grass beneath our bodies warm sun lay sleepily across our backs school left behind mid-way with contented smiles Aaron did not have a car i drove the two of us through foreign neighborhoods after school with mix cd’s short-lived and always spraying sweet perfume deep cologne before sitting well-behaved at the dinner table enthusiastic about our studies Next to the river rushing water sometimes littered and malodorous on the highway bridge in the center between two worlds rushing past Jacob and I had nothing to do everything to say the one I lost grew up without me hunched on the curb outside his parents house with me next to him older and less destroyed than he we both inhaled exhaled without knowing what it meant i smoke still those who have gone stay with me with each inhale and swirl of smoke released against the night canvas must i let them go for my poor lungs’ sake?
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
quitting cigs
when I was sixteen Grace and I smoked some cigarettes on her drive way on a summer afternoon my first breath a rush of nicotine made me dizzy to childhood we drove and listened to Christian music briefly sweating while we swore and smoked Allison and I loved winter cigarettes bland coffee and cold grass beneath our bodies warm sun lay sleepily across our backs school left behind mid-way with contented smiles Aaron did not have a car i drove the two of us through foreign neighborhoods after school with mix cd’s short-lived and always spraying sweet perfume deep cologne before sitting well-behaved at the dinner table enthusiastic about our studies Next to the river rushing water sometimes littered and malodorous on the highway bridge in the center between two worlds rushing past Jacob and I had nothing to do everything to say the one I lost grew up without me hunched on the curb outside his parents house with me next to him older and less destroyed than he we both inhaled exhaled without knowing what it meant i smoke still those who have gone stay with me with each inhale and swirl of smoke released against the night canvas must i let them go for my poor lungs’ sake?
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
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