strikes

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~tw : self harm

bought lucky strikes
idly hoping
one of 'em would burn me whole
devour my soul
from the inside

burn me in a flash
same one i wished
would drown me
if down i drank
its voluptuous flying poison

each demon
demanding their sip
i'd oblige
hoping they'd let hickeys
of flaming hatred
on my skin
as i ended up
doing it for myself

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