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Feb 2013
***** and nicotine
just can't seem to leave me be
drink and smoke when I awake
till I black out to fall asleep
and with every cigarette I smoke
I make myself a drink
and with every drink I drink
I have myself a smoke
the thick cloud of grey-black smoke fills the lungs
it's seething fumes claw and scratch
corrupt every crevice of my tar sacks
smoke is like a toddler
destroying everything it touches
but you just can't seem to hate it
Jacob Sykes
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Jacob Sykes  Ashland, Oregon
(Ashland, Oregon)   
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