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i sit cross-legged in the grass highlighting quotes in my book a girl she sits down next to me flips a cigarette from her pack flicks the lighter once; burns her thumb hisses softly her hair is the ***** sun one, two, three she smokes determined mechanics of an assembly line i choke on the smoke, i choke on her concentration the pages of my book are yellow with her smoke yellowed as her hair i breathe, breathe the cloud sweetly now draw fluorescent puffs highlight the smoke that stains pages i am focused on my task, she on hers we sit together and breathe our cloud small suns wrapped in a halo of smog.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
yellow smoke
i sit cross-legged in the grass highlighting quotes in my book a girl she sits down next to me flips a cigarette from her pack flicks the lighter once; burns her thumb hisses softly her hair is the ***** sun one, two, three she smokes determined mechanics of an assembly line i choke on the smoke, i choke on her concentration the pages of my book are yellow with her smoke yellowed as her hair i breathe, breathe the cloud sweetly now draw fluorescent puffs highlight the smoke that stains pages i am focused on my task, she on hers we sit together and breathe our cloud small suns wrapped in a halo of smog.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
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