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She Calls me.

by @murl-harmon

She calls me every day and I try not to hear her, She lures me with memories that where not sweat but where soothing, She reminds me of how I felt and what she did for me, I so want to feel her embrace. She would kill me if I let her, She would wound me if I was still with her, She could be a very kind lover, But she wants so much and gives back so little. She washed over my body, Made me numb to other sensations, Filled my mind with images, And still I know she will end my life. Why can I not silence her call? Why am I drawn to her danger? Why am I helpless in her presence? I hear her, I want her, I obey her, Nicotine……….
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