Inhale

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all my clothes smell like,
the cigarettes you smoke.
as you inhale the toxic substance,
into your lungs.
I inhale you.
I inhale;
all your thoughts,
your pain,
it speaks to me.
I study you,
every move,
every word,
every thought,
that ever crosses your brain.
but I'd like to know;
is that what you do,
to mine?
(a.v)

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