June 19, 2013
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I smoke a lot
It's true
When I take a drag and exhale its always for you
You're the singed ashes in my chest
The fire swelling in my lungs
You're the words dry in my throat when I'm alone and you're the
Ball of red on my skin when I need
To feel just a little bit real
You're the wisps and tufts in the air
And the smell that clings to my sweats
And you make me feel alive and dead and I could taste you forever days in a cold spring
Just breathing your burning bits of fire
When I smoke a smoke it's all you and I can never understand why

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Bearosity said...
Jun. 22, 2013 at 4:10 pm
Very elegant.
poetryeatsthemind said...
Jun. 22, 2013 at 3:26 am
It's a really beautiful poem. (You really shouldn't comment that you don't understand someone else's work. It's rude.)
freeperson said...
Jun. 21, 2013 at 7:19 pm
cool!but I don't get it
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