consider
raze
i
think
once
you've
been
with
someone
who
smokes
when
you're
someone
who
doesn't
,
the
bittersweet
smell
cigarettes
give
to
your
clothes
will
always
bring
that
person
back
to
you
,
if
only
in
the
vapour
of
overheated
memory
.
i
started
coughing
from
all
the
secondhand
smoke
i
was
taking
in
.
i
almost
missed
the
cough
when
it
was
gone
,
because
everything
else
was
leaving
with
it
.
i'm
a
serial sloucher,
but
i'll
stand
up
straight
for
this
.
in
another
life
,
you
cooked
indian
food
and
bared
your
teeth
,
and
i
sat
crosslegged
on
the
kitchen
floor
,
kissing
candlelight
with
my
peripheral
vision
,
and
there
was
no
smoke
but
for
the
burning
of
our
bodies
as
they
bent
toward
the
flame
.
walking
around
inside
that
life
is
the
same
as
rotating
my
mattress
and
giving
myself
to
a
part
of
it
i'm
not
used
to
.
i
haven't
had
a
chance
to
make
my
mark
yet
.
but
i
will
.
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who
go
blather
from