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The first cigarette after a long day I Hid behind the stairs. Two hip Asians disturbed my moment of nicotine silence It tasted like they use to. Stolen secrets from the big striped bag We would giggle at momma’s kleenex mounds. I could only hope for a moment of isolation Watching the sky eat itself Stood on my Tip Toes. I longed for the times wh...