Too many cigarettes
Burning out my lungs
And I'm drifting
In chemicals of smoke
Inhaling
Exhaling
Feeling like Death creeping
As ashes wither
Between my fingertips
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
Too many cigarettes
Burning out my lungs
And I'm drifting
In chemicals of smoke
Inhaling
Exhaling
Feeling like Death creeping
As ashes wither
Between my fingertips
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