the taste of nicotine, infecting the young
the deep breath in, corroding my lungs
the squelch of a flame beneath my boot
the extinguished warmth between me and you.
inhale quick, forget as i try
leaving room for sickness to grow
blaming the numbness on the high
i still feel nothing when i'm low.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
the taste of nicotine, infecting the young
the deep breath in, corroding my lungs
the squelch of a flame beneath my boot
the extinguished warmth between me and you.
inhale quick, forget as i try
leaving room for sickness to grow
blaming the numbness on the high
i still feel nothing when i'm low.
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