I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die.
She blew more smoke toward me, a lazy game of cancer catch.
Three cigarettes in, your body already craves it. It is that addictive.
The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we’re told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don’t need me.nor do...
He smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, the smell of Cambridge and youth.