going to smoke at 3AM
even though my eyes are closed
I fell the nicotine killing my air
and can slightly sense the life getting out of me
my lip taste the tabaco
and my tongue refuses to like it
even if I try not to
I will always hate the taste
of the death getting inside me
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
de dentro de mim
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