No Scars

The clear sound of a Marlboro igniting the firm roundness fully lipped on that first drag laconically hung off, like you care? Lip tears don’t leave scars. It’s been unsettling That ashtray smell On your fingertips Burnt soil, Rubbed off at best, But coughing into a mason jar? That comes later, after you’ve time to think Gotten it all together; gotta go anyway, Like you care, lip tears don’t leave scars.

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Skat A

Date: 5/16/2015 1:49:00 PM

This is a deep and sad subject Dan, thank you for sharing. SKAT

Dan Helppi
Date: 5/17/2015 11:38:00 AM

Thanks for your comment; so often people quit smoking after the damage has been done-such it was for my Dad (just finished chemo. and radiation). I hope I stopped soon enough!