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frankie Oct 2017
light up your marlboro
take a drag of the filtered tobacco
blow a puff of smoke in my lungs
through your nicotine lips

whisper you love me
romanticise my body
worship the physicality
abandon the mentality

become the source of my insanity
the reason I am so dependent on hot coffee
the ice freezing over my heart
the source of my constant headache

kiss me,
lies taste so sweet.

— The End —