I Hope It Don't Turn Away
There is always something about this weather, this time of year, that makes me miss cigarettes. I miss leaning out the open window, legs perched on the radiator, leg warmers and a scarf, taking a long drag, inhaling deeply, and discarding the rest slowly out into the dark night. It's romanticized in my head. And, I am most certainly thinking about someone from far away, long ago. Tonight, though.
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