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I lean over the toaster, Cig clinging to chapped lip skin, Tip brushing electric wire, A burst of smoke, aha! (My Mam stole my lighter.) Instead of lovely nicotine My fringe burns in front of me. And I wish this was A witty metaphor For my ****** life, A humorous illustration, But instead it is Just a woeful addition.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
Satirically Singed
I lean over the toaster, Cig clinging to chapped lip skin, Tip brushing electric wire, A burst of smoke, aha! (My Mam stole my lighter.) Instead of lovely nicotine My fringe burns in front of me. And I wish this was A witty metaphor For my ****** life, A humorous illustration, But instead it is Just a woeful addition.
BobbyRen
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
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