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Smoking
Sol.
Cigarette.
Coffee.
Childhood.
Lingering stale, nostalgia.
As a child my house always smelled like someone put old coffee in an ashtray. My family's full of smokers and coffee drinkers, and lighting up with a cup of coffee on a cold morning with a buddy is one of the best feelings I think I can ever have.
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The fuck.
You just described my last few days in seven words perfectly.
I'm drowning in Sol when I'm not perking up with coffee, I'm smoking too much and I'm revisiting old places like crazy.
Aaaah.
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mindwanderer, you may like to consider grouping your poems in one poetry thread, to keep them all together.
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but his mind wanders man...he can't help it