starter poem on nicotine
cars and bars,
the two lonliest places,
with a cold fuzzy feeling,
one i want to replace,
i want to float by,
a habit i need help,
i want to kill the time,
i want to kill myself.
and addition to death,
a comforting stale taste,
drag on dragging life,
to the end not a waste,
i want to get by,
intoxicating my health,
the decision is mine,
i want to kill myself.
posted by fillshe @ 8:49 AM
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