ChainsmokerA Poem by SavyNessI really did love you but you're a chainsmoker and I was just another cigarette.
Watching you go through packs of cigarettes reminds me so much of the problem.
Each one no more important than the last, you; always, feenin for the next. Bad habit, you're aware, you just don't care. The smoke dances around your lips, much like I did. The bodies lie gently on your fingers, much like I did. Keeping you happy only for the moment, much like I did. Bad habits; die hard Hot love; runs cold
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