Your Love was just a cigarette: enticed and captivated by the smell, the look, the taste; I thought it was you that had the win but it was the nicotine that drew me in; and that might be a continuous reel but the nicotine never loved me for real.
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NICOTINE AND POPSICLES
PoetryShort stories/poems: "don't judge a book by its cover" ♡♡♡♡ COPYRIGHT © 2019, mxxnchld All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal this story.
