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Quilts & Cigarettes
2005-12-01

my quilt smells like cigarettes and i'm not sure why. No one's been in my bed except for me. Other than him. the he that was only here for that night filled with two minute-mistakes. he stayed one other night too, now that i think of it. i didn't know much about him. i still don't know much about him. but one thing i could get from him un-mistkabely, was that he loved his cigarretes.

and for some reason, for me, they all do. i don't smoke. i don't really like when people smoke.. yet almost every guy i'm attracted to seems to smoke. i don't find the act initself attractive at all. i don't like when they taste like cigarettes. and in a way, i do.

The boy (my boy) was an avid smoker. he also persistantly tasted like cigarettes, no matter how hard he tried not to. in a way, it was so cute. his trying. but he was the only one that could really ever get away with it. Anyways the other boy-- the one with my two minute mistakes, i can't even remeber if he did or not. taste like them i mean. or maybe i was just too drunk to notice.

either way it was all very foolish.

and my quilt serves as a reminder.

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