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cigarettes have taken the place of you

and i am constantly needing to

re-up on cartons of cancer

just to fix the fix you forgot about.


so i destroy my days getting

light headed

and woozy

and sick

as sick as you made me many moons ago.


just, inhaling all that shit...

you were shit,

and the best smelling shit i ever did smell.


but, cigarettes have taken the place of you.

and it doesn't smell like you.

it doesn't smell sweet like shit...

it smells worse.


flies don't come buzzing around my brain.

i just get partygoers

and liars

and deadbeats.

just ash and ill.







- sasha hinds -

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