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Cigarettes: Home Cigarettes. That's what I think of when I think of home.Cigarettes: Home by *AubreyWattson
I think of mom on the couch, her skinny, gnarled fingers wrapped around a thin cylinder of deadly tobacco, smoke coming out of her nose.
I think of dad slapping the pack against his palm over and over to crush everything tight inside the paper tube.
I think of the tiny black holes burnt in the furniture. I would dig my finger into the holes and feel the soft stuffing inside.
I think of the walls, dirty and stained with years upon years of smoke exposure. I touch my flat little chest and try to imagine if my lungs look the same. Gray-ish yellow and peeling.
I think of lips holding t
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You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. ~A.A. Milne
Lulz, thanks so much.
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Now hurry up! My muse is a fickle bitch with a short attention span!
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You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. ~A.A. Milne
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Now hurry up! My muse is a fickle bitch with a short attention span!
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Now hurry up! My muse is a fickle bitch with a short attention span!
Oh! I meant to ask which half of FL you live in~ I visit the upper half every so often >.< My aunt lives there she lolz
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Now hurry up! My muse is a fickle bitch with a short attention span!