i can remember it like it was yesterday
i don't remember much
but i remember the way the smoke looked
i remember the smell of the light
and the way a drag hit the back of my throat
i remember how the lighter felt in my cold hands
and the way i relaxed after a few hits
i can't remember much
but my cravings can
-R.Blackwell
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Stretch Marks
PoetryI'm slowly getting better. I write things here because it clears my head. Read it if you wish. Just a bunch of horrible poetry. The gray areas are hard. so i'll write through them "Starry skies and butterflies are all it takes to fall in love" ~R.Bl...
