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Dec 2013
You are the cigarette
I have every morning
The taste still lingering on my lips.

Just like the cigarette you hurt me slowly
Corrupting my lungs
And blackening my throat.

But you are worse than a cigarette
Because they only **** me if i light them
Where as you,
Rot the air in my lungs
And steal my oxygen.

Whenever
You speak.
violent veins
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violent veins  England
(England)   
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