First CigaretteA Poem by Rosa Carlyle-MitchellThis is, for me, the feeling of the first drag, when you've taken some drugs and feel lovely.When it hits your lips It swathes the depths of your temper, It swells out of the lit cave, But not to those who crave the promising pain © 2012 Rosa Carlyle-MitchellAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on December 5, 2012 Last Updated on December 5, 2012 AuthorRosa Carlyle-MitchellCape Town, Western Cape, South AfricaAboutI write because it's the right means. For me. I've got plenty in me for 20. more..Writing
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