“Home” reeks of cigarette.
But now that I’m gone
I’ve grown to miss that cigarette smell.
Now when I think of “home” all I can think of is the overpowering scent of two cigarettes fill my lungs second hand .
I can’t go to “home” anymore
because I can’t stand the smell of two cigarettes.
I miss the smell of “home” just the light colored smoke swirling in a mesmerizing way into the air
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