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tonight is for                        chain                                              smoking the thing about cigarettes is that they never stand me up or tell me i'm second best leaning against brick lips pressed against nicotine                                               reliable                                               consistent satisfyingly self destructive: turning pieces of me black i keep at it until my throat is                stripped raw bereft of the words i'd never say anyway.
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Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 11:34 PM UTC
shit'll make you cry
tonight is for                        chain                                              smoking the thing about cigarettes is that they never stand me up or tell me i'm second best leaning against brick lips pressed against nicotine                                               reliable                                               consistent satisfyingly self destructive: turning pieces of me black i keep at it until my throat is                stripped raw bereft of the words i'd never say anyway.
kiagen-mcginnis
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Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 11:34 PM UTC
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