The Nicotine Screen

as i sit unperturbed it seems i feel the familiar itch of the nicotine screen at the back of my head in the conscious unseen i feel the familiar itch of the nicotine screen my eyes adrift in the circuital seas i crave a quick drag of the nicotine screen scratch the itch wipe the conscience clean but i'll soon lust again for the nicotine screen

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