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I started smoking cigarettes again
 Something about having another thing burning between my fingers
 Besides your hands
 Makes me dismiss the feeling that lingers 
when I think of you 
Since I can’t have your taste in my mouth 
Menthol will have to do
 I am addicted 
 Isn't this sounding familar? You **** me inside starting with my lungs 
Like the small nicotine sticks do with every inhale 
I would much rather your slender fingers in my hand 
But for $10 a pack they last around a lot longer than you do 
 No matter how much you rot me from the inside out
 A piece of me will always be yours
 Always
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
Cigarettes
I started smoking cigarettes again
 Something about having another thing burning between my fingers
 Besides your hands
 Makes me dismiss the feeling that lingers 
when I think of you 
Since I can’t have your taste in my mouth 
Menthol will have to do
 I am addicted 
 Isn't this sounding familar? You **** me inside starting with my lungs 
Like the small nicotine sticks do with every inhale 
I would much rather your slender fingers in my hand 
But for $10 a pack they last around a lot longer than you do 
 No matter how much you rot me from the inside out
 A piece of me will always be yours
 Always
Drunk and smoking a cigarette last night thinking of you.
Badwolfe
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
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