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Feb 24
Burning with lit passion of fire and heat
In the morning you are the first and only thing I need
Sending bubbles of addiction through my gut and up through my thoughts
Knowing it will turn to Ash
But I admire the slow burn
Smoke clouding judgement
How can something feel so good but fill my lungs with tar and shame
Once we burn out I'll throw the stained yellow  filter  away without second thought
Just to grab another from a pack
Because love this good was never built to last
VOID
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VOID  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Bardo and Perry
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