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I don’t smoke Too many people I know have died due to it Too many heartbreaks, too many mistakes. But if I did I’d light you on fire and breathe you in Inhaling your smoky scent, like woodburning Until my lungs were coated with your ashes. No chance of lung cancer But maybe a chance of obsession A dangerous obsession An unhealthy obsession. And I’d watch the tips of you slowly burn Until my fingers were in danger of blistering And you could feel the heat from my face. You are a dangerous habit.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:59 AM UTC
Playing With Fire is Dangerous
I don’t smoke Too many people I know have died due to it Too many heartbreaks, too many mistakes. But if I did I’d light you on fire and breathe you in Inhaling your smoky scent, like woodburning Until my lungs were coated with your ashes. No chance of lung cancer But maybe a chance of obsession A dangerous obsession An unhealthy obsession. And I’d watch the tips of you slowly burn Until my fingers were in danger of blistering And you could feel the heat from my face. You are a dangerous habit.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:59 AM UTC
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