and when i was cold
and i needed a hug
you lit me a cigarette instead
told me the glow would warm me
but all it did was burn my throat
-diaryofalittlestar
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Poesiea collection of unique poetry fueled by random deep emotions and thoughts that sometimes sound unsettling. eldest thought daughter.
third degree
and when i was cold
and i needed a hug
you lit me a cigarette instead
told me the glow would warm me
but all it did was burn my throat
-diaryofalittlestar
