everything happened just like a burning cigarette in between your index and middle finger
the ashes became memories
and those quickly blew into the wind
and left without warning
you're the filter
you're my poison
you're the toxicity that contaminates my lungs
and makes my throat sore
i wish i was the nicotine buried under your fingernails
and the rings of smoke that kiss your lips
let me be your cigarette
you can place your lips on me
and stain my neck and life with your gloss
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