You were a stubborn bitch,
I was no better man.
And every waking morning;
I breathed you in.

The inhale, the exhale
of nicotine in my lungs
and you in my system
- it was pure toxic.

Everyday I hated you for it
every night I loved you too much.
Addicting. corrupting. fatal.
My personal vanilla flavored cigar.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 15, 2016 ⏰

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