Smoke
Curls
On my
Lips
As nicotine
Burns through my veins
You see
Rolled in this cigarette
Is the numb
To take it all away
And I find that In these moments
I am able to breath again
So then how ironic
This blackness of my lungs
For this what's saving me
Is killing me
In the long run
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all the spaces i take up
Poetry~a collection of poetry~ hello everyone, these are all the spaces i take up and i hope that you will join me in them. this is my first attempt at a poetry book so i hope that you all like and please be kind! *I do not claim the photos are mine, the...
