Saturday, September 19, 2015

The story of every cigarette

You guard me as a treasure, once I'm lit,
Hit after hit, you die a little bit.

Happy, upset, horny or bored, I'm everything you have ever desired,
No care in the world, as long as you have me acquired.

Of all the butts you've kissed so far,
You'll never forget me, your elixir.

Fulfilling your addiction, satisfying your crave,
Never making you repent, just pulling you closer to your grave.


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