Summer and Nicotine
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He always reminded me of fireworks because of the way he burnt my skin and his smoke filled my lungs making it nearly impossible to breathe, but I didn't care, I was happy to call something so beautiful mine. It never mattered that he was killing me. I never even noticed. Not until the end anyway.
He tasted like summer and nicotine. His flavor is still preferred by my taste-buds. When the city heats to smoldering, strangers press cigarettes to their lips, and their smoke finds its way into my mouth my senses slam into over drive. Those days come rushing back like a tidal wave of memories... Or nightmares.
He tasted like summer and nicotine. His flavor is still preferred by my taste-buds. When the city heats to smoldering, strangers press cigarettes to their lips, and their smoke finds its way into my mouth my senses slam into over drive. Those days come rushing back like a tidal wave of memories... Or nightmares.
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This is an oldie. But a goodie. Also happy Halloween from 2014 Torrie. (I wrote this 10/31/14)