The Coffeelicious
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The Coffeelicious

Fragmented Memories

We pull a drag. Puff. Puff. We pass.

Our greedy little eyes are fixed on the little red bulb at the end of the joint, glowing, fading, glowing again; the joints grows shorter with each drag, going around in circles.

Just one more drag. I need it. I want it. Will it reach me?

Smoke fills my lungs, eyes bleed, the chemicals hit my body, entering my blood stream, delivering it to…

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Akshay Gajria

Akshay Gajria

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