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Dec 2018
You give my heart disease
And like ash,
You carry no substance
especially in the purity of water
Your scent brings distaste
Bitter with toxic chemicals
Lingering like
a form of cancer.
You go well with,
the finest bottles of wine
A ritual of ours
Now only used
to mask your burns.
You are
My biggest addiction

I need another box of cigarettes

Please?
Kieran
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