I had my first
Dunhill today.
it was just as
smooth as Hunter
said it would be.
I know now why he
swallowed the poison,
and what it took for
him to keep
going forward.
I feel it
too.
it's in
my lungs.
it's in my mouth,
dragged for just
seventeen bucks
a box.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
death stick
I had my first
Dunhill today.
it was just as
smooth as Hunter
said it would be.
I know now why he
swallowed the poison,
and what it took for
him to keep
going forward.
I feel it
too.
it's in
my lungs.
it's in my mouth,
dragged for just
seventeen bucks
a box.