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if i had to write about grief

Poetry

written and lost, but never truly forgotten for my uncle, may he see one day see new york, wherever he may be. for me, may i see the better days ahead. a bittersweet collection

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Marlboro Gold 100s

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by missunionmaximoff

by missunionmaximoff

I don't like the taste of cigarettes. It doesn't matter the brand. Menthols or full flavor.

I don't even know why I lit this one right now. The smoke dances in the air. I have the overhead fan on because I don't like the smell either.

I mostly watch it burn down, ashing every now and then. The cherry blazes and angry ORANGE, a black burnt ring paper surrounding it.

I told myself I would stop months ago and I have for the most part. It's a nasty habit and I don't even like it.

But a deep breath has nothing and a long drag. Oxygen keeps my body alive, but the feeling of hot smoke burning throughout my lungs reminds me of a feeling not long ago. Long nights and laughter. Early mornings and hushed voices.

I started this habit out of sadness. Right now I feel nothing.

I hate the taste of cigarettes.