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Apr 2018
My lips connect
And clutch onto a new sensation.
With one soft breath,
My lungs are filled with the smoke-
The smoke that you use to entice me
And fog my mind up with thoughts of you.
Once I blow out, ecstasy rattles my bones,
Grabs a hold of my face,
And kisses me sweetly.
The more I smoke you,
The more I feel your nicotine pulling me deeper-
Deeper until everything is about you
And until every being in me longs for your touch.
I smoke ten packs of you each day
Because you caught me on a hook
Called addiction
And I don’t think I can ever unchain myself.
Heretics Abode
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Heretics Abode
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     Jo Barber, Pseudonym, Rick and goodtea
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