Cigarette

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my first drag was an impulse at three am with no one to trust i stumbled alone in the dark before finally landing upon a spark   my mind’s an intolerable mess so i’m shifting the burden to my chest
Lying, leaning, laying on. Under grass, on you, and to you too, You lay still, as if the lungs in your chest would burst if you drew a single breath. Maybe they might. Black Feeble Lungs,
FLAMES BURN EVERY INCH AROUND ME  EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS BRIGHT ORANGE I LIGHT A CIGARETTE WITH MY FINGER INHALING EVERY BREATH OF SMOKE THE FIRE BURNS BRIGHTLY CONSUMING MY LIFE MY MEMORIES
I’ve got couple bong rips Held with a deep grip in my lungs Yeah I got a couple slits Not just the ones that cover my eyelids
inhale exhale it's twilight and you've lit my flammable heart, created an aching kindle in my soul. i feel your tabbaco lips on this early somber night, my hands are hesitant to reminisce the warmth of you.
The smoke from his cigarette slowly left the ember end into the air, disappearing and only leaving a lingering smell. That's when I realized it was like our relationship. We keep drifting apart from each other,
To the lady with the cigarette...Whose reflection do you see when you stare into the mirror?Is it the same woman I see?And if it is...Why do you choose to taint that beauty with purchases that only gurantee your death?And though your beauty is lik
The sky is eerily starless tonight And it is like the universe senses that I am not ready to see the stars  Hidden in the darkness I am waiting for the clock to strike twelve And for you to admit that you were wrong
I guess I like the way the cigarette Finishes the length of my arm Fingers curled up In a soothing smile I won’t be scared at night I won’t ever have to be alone Killing me softly I give in
the first time a boy smoked too many cigarettes because of me, he became a man. he coughed my blood into his palms, tasted my iron & grit, his tongue finally learned the
The city is painted with the half lifeless bodies of what we once were wasted in every sense of the word
In two years I watched my 6 foot, 240 pound father waste away to a ghost At 14 I woke up everyday and went to school knowing he was sick I cried with him when he lost his hair
Darling, light that cigarette  Let the ashes fall  With them your dreams Cause tomorrow when you wake up  You'll realize we never met    Standing on that boardwalk  In the dark of night 
When you kiss me, I scream intoyour mouth as hard as I canso every time you puffa cigarette, youmight think of me.
I had my first cigarette
I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind.Smoking an orgasmic note,Slips between your moan. Watching the night take another one.
Late at nightVodka on my breathCan't sleep, can't escapeNeed to get awayShadows in my mindShowing under my eyesWill to live fadesWith the light of the dayStruggling to breathe
When I was 19 I picked up the cancer stick, It was my third vice next to woman and the drinking binge, I tried to calm the voices, from the red lighted panic district, But my motivation came from a death wish.
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