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| afrika |
you smiled with tobacco teeth and said "I wish the best for you" but through those teeth I caught a lie and knew your wishes were untrue your yellowed nails leave purple scratches where my forehead ought to be and smoke displaces older love your cancers make it hard to breathe |
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| pete |
our lives are filled with the smoke from our lungs, shashesh, weed, cigarillo, and cigar. we choke on it as we exhale, finding solace in the rough etchings of eachother's faces. each other moment is lost in time. "i'm sure you're right, so long, for how high?" |
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