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Shall Fall Over Off His Chair
My hands smell like smoke,
 they feel like smoke
 barely touching
 those around me, only
 making them squint and
 wave their arms about
 to make me drift away.
 
 I smell like smoke
 I am around her too much.
 Thats what happens,
 when youre with someone 
 too much. 
 You blend into 
 each
 other.
 
 Except, she wears this 
 big belt. It keeps her guilt
 from falling out of her.
 Its tight, I cannot
 pull it off her
 or begin to
 undress her.
 
 Though she tells me
 she wants it.
 
 She Wants It.
 
 I smell like smoke. 
 I let her hands crawl all
 over me while I sleep.
 I swear, I cough when I wake.
 
 Everything smells like smoke.
 
 Everything.
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