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#onecigarette
Closest thing to a miracle I'm getting😂
So I came in after a really stressful day in work, also after a doob out in the E Mobile which without said. Anyway I came in, got some munch, a drink and played in bed ready to watch Better Call Saul (sick tho), then I couldn't find my TOBACCO...WHY DO I HAVE THIS ADDICTION!! Seriously, but the best part I sat back down to sulk and suddenly look down onto my floordrobe(a floor full of my clothes) and remember I left a rollie in my shirt pocket, almost shed a tear! Miracles do come true
one----cigarette +
She pointed her gun over her shoulder at a demon that was sneaking up on her. She shot it in the face, before looking at the newcomer. "Nephilim?"
My New Favorite Poem “One Cigarette” No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, Your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray And sent up a long thread of such quiet grey I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal Of so much love. One cigarette in the non-smokers tray. As the last spire Trembles up, a sudden draft Blows it winding into my face. Is it smell, is it taste? You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. Out with the light. Let the smoke lie back in the dark. Till I hear the very ash Sigh down among the flowers of brass I’ll breath, and long past midnight, your last kiss. -Edwin Morgan
"One Cigarette" by Edwin Morgan
No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love. One cigarette in the non-smoker's tray. As the last spire trembles up, a sudden draught blows it winding into my face. Is it smell, is it taste? You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. Out with the light. Let the smoke lie back in the dark. Till I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.