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Feb 2018
I'm just your cigarette.
Burn me away.
Inhale my toxic fumes.
Fed to the ashtray.

Cooler than nicotine.
Coarser than sand.
Softer than velvetine.
Blood on my hands.

Lungs overwhelmed by the blitzkrieg.
Breathe, if your conscience allows.
Das Blut des BΓΌndnis aushusten,
Leide, du schreckliche Frau.

Menthol defies your betrayal,
caffeine defies your shot nerves.
Tobacco curbs your addiction,
cancer is what you deserve.
been wanting to use some german in a poem for awhile
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