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I never knew how sweet stale cigarettes were
until you mixed them with cake batter
& taught me how to be a child.

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I miss him, but some twisted part of me is grateful for what his death taught me.

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A contest entry

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  • MrsJones
    June 23, 2008

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    Wow, your word choice is amazing, I loved this poem. It shows the simple things we miss about people when they're gone and what we learn from losing them. Thank you for submitting this piece.


  • Tarja
    January 16, 2008

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    That is very strange! I have never heard of stale cigarettes going into cake batter... I'm guessing this was your grandmother? Well either way I found this full of much personality and truth, thank you so much for entering it. Good luck.


  • Tattboyspet
    January 15, 2008

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    this is so sweet! I realize that many would view it as sick, but the thought behind it is fantastic
    well done here - loved it!


  • February Moon gold member
    January 15, 2008
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    This is beautiful. It made me feel both sad and happy. Good job, I enjoyed this.
    Chelsea


  • Frodofan silver member
    January 15, 2008

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    Interesting piece. A strange combo. Cigarettes and batter.

    I had to comment if only to tell you that I love your new pic! You always have the coolest eyes!


  • whiterabbit.
    January 15, 2008

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    I love this. I love how there's so much in three lines. It really makes you think about life. Wonderful write hun.
    xx


  • Naridill gold member
    January 15, 2008

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