Cigarette love
Engulf me in flame,
And take a drag.
That sick, sweet taste of nicotine.
You, love, are that first drag.
Take another.
Hold it in and feel it inside.
That warm feeling, that light headedness.
That's what you do to me.
Smoke me down to the last few hits,
And finish me off.
Turn me to ash and
Flick me away like i'm nothing.
Go through your routine.
Forget.
Don't blink an eye.
No one else does.
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