Coronary SystemA Poem by Kristin
You are so many things
but 100% nicotine. I used to need The stinging,sweet taste Of tobacco to take My highs And my lows And burn relief into my Blood ,but Smoke hasn't filled my lungs For over a month And your lips Were the last thing I tasted. They provide my relief And every time I reminisce memories With my lighter; I think about making new ones with you.
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