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Dec 2018
Those little sticks of joy
How they make my mouth water
I’m in need of some lovin’
And those little sticks of heaven never seem to fail me
Even when I am alone
Your always with me to keep me company
Those little sticks guide me
They help me see right from wrong
Or at least they clear my head
And when the smoke pours out of my mouth
The relief
The struggle and heartache just vanish into thin air with every breathe I take
You were always there to hear me cry
Those little sticks of magic
How good you taste against my lips
Reminding me with every puff how I’m slowing killing myself
But you taste much nicer than all the pain
So, for now it’ll just be me and you
My little sticks of death
I've been trying to quite, but its just too good.
Brando
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Brando  18/New York
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