NicotineA Poem by Tyler BergMy fingers stained from my nicotine I smoke three, four packs a day it doesnt matter what you say No smoking sections, I'll start a scene
Between my fingers, you'll see a cigarette a lighter in my jeans and a pack between the seems I inhale every day without regret
You wont see me with a patch on my wrist I keep my smokes close to my bic my smoke will more than likely make you sick Im a smoker, you get this gist
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2 Reviews Added on August 3, 2008 AuthorTyler BergLivingston, TXAboutNot too much to say about me, I have alot inside my mind and an overhwelming desire to let it out so this seemed like a good outlet more..Writing
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