Snuck outisde for
a quick freezing smoke
propped between a steamed up
window and a brick pillar
Flipped my book open as I flicked an
ash
and started thinking about how
cool smoking is
a solitary endeavor of slow muted self-destruction
also enjoyed in groups.
I took a drag and was blown
away by how cool my reflection
looked on the pillar from
a yellow streetlight, propped
awkardly in an architectural
fuck up.
two puffs went down two cars drove
by and a sudden self-conscious
jolt shot through me grounding reality
smoking doesn't make you cool.
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