Oh
how I long
to quit you
With
dry mouths and
stained teeth
They
whisper to
their habit:
You
make my clothes
stink of shame
You
make my skin
sag and wrinkle
You
make me stop
everything for you
You
can’t tell me
what you do for me
They
take a look
and ponder the choice
It
looks so harmless
and so inviting
They
spark the flame
and give in
It
seems to have
won this time
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