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On my smoking habit that is growing with the stress of my family. . . R&R please.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 86 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 06-18-05 - id: 1942832
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"Take another hit, breathe in deep
Fell the tar coat my lungs
Relaxing
As smoke circles like your hand around my
HEART.
Now is not the time for doubt
Yet ashes blind my inhibitions for just a moment while
In my mind you cry
Tears of solitude that I cannot
Touch.
I will not compromise the blood in my veins
Though poisoned by cigarettes
And misery that stains
With one question upon my blackened fingertips:
'Why must I be punished for loving you?' "
6/18/2005
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