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I didn’t know you were gone until I met you

my damp jersey smelt of dog

and you of cigarettes

and talk of getting drunk in your sweatpants

 

Your course is good, new tattoo and

funny stories about your flatmate

who’s a dickhead

dominate he-said-she-said highschool

so I listen,

shuffle rain off my umbrella

ignoring the mass of physics on my back in favour of your future

 

I didn’t know you were there until I met you

my varsity jacket smells of airport bathrooms

and you still of cigarettes

supermarket RSI band familiar on your wrist

You Smell of Cigarettes


By Rebecca W.

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