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Carcinogen

April 16, 2014
By Anonymous

The taste of smoke on my tongue, bitter and ashy as we separate.
Your eyes are clouded from the reality you don’t want to face.
Bury your sorrows in me.
You are my nicotine. You are my pollutant.
But still here I am.
Willingly breathing in your smoke.



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