smoking reminds me of him
and how I watched him inhale smoke like it’s fresh air.
He didn’t give me love,
But he did give me smoking habit.
The smoke filling my lungs reminds me
Of how much I love the taste of tobacco
Because it makes me forget.
"SOME POEMS FROTH AND FOAM AND RISE ... OUT OF MY MORNING CUP OF MIST-SWEETENED COFFEE"
- SANOBER KHAN, TURQOUISE SILENCE
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