not in reality

sometimes

I think about

taking up

smoking

 

I don’t really

know

why

 

maybe without

the death toll

I’d consider

I’m not

really up for dying

just yet

 

I’ve had dreams

that I’m a smoker

and addiction

felt so good

 

burnt lungs

were like hope

and holes in

my chest

were like doorways

to wonderland

 

alice

come

touch

this

burning

cigarette

 

maybe I’ll

just stay

addicted to

hollow bottles

and

tearing

my brain

apart

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