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Jul 2014
I don't want to be a cigarette,
something to make you feel good
for a short time;
burning bright for a moment until you
crush me under your foot and walk
away.

For you, I want to be a drug.
Something you'd **** for,
something that makes you desperate.
Something that you don't just inhale, but crave.

Something you love,
even if it might be the death of you
claire
Written by
claire  seattle
(seattle)   
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