At Least

Location

20011
United States

When you kiss me the

taste of that ginger ale you’ve been

sipping at

invades my mouth

along with the smoke

of that

cigarette that will give you cancer in approximately

14,609 days

And I will sit by your bed

as your body

decays

and I will no longer kiss

you

is my fear

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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