The choke of exhaust, Jule vaporseeping through my window.Stop -- go -- stopAssembly down the winding asphalt strips.Gas -- brake -- gas -- coast -- brakeThe prices go up as the peddle lowers. I worry that I will die of lung cancerfrom the land of second-hand smokeor the careless distraction of the nicotine crave. By... Continue Reading →

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