The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
Cigarettes
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Cigarettes
By Anonymous
The smell of cigarettes fills my nose
The tight hugs I receive
The wetness of tears drip down to my head
The soft whispers enter my ears
Screaming then enters my ears
The eyes turn red with anger
No longer hugs but tearing of the skin
Cigarettes in my nose dissapear