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Door no.16 is a poem called the last cigarette. After writing this one, I went straight to my stories and asked “Why is smoking so hot? What makes it sexy?”. I can barely stand the smoke, but here I am, falling for people smoking left and right from me.
PS: this one is quite close to my heart and probably the very one I always went back to re-reading and tweaking it. it validates my feelings in a way not even Pretty Tennessee could.
know you’re no good
at least that’s what every
friend keeps telling me
