Monday, April 23, 2012

Nicotine Occasions

You smell like cigarettes.
You're not even a smoker.
You smoke me like a smokin' gun.
Take me.
Go along, do the things you do.
Your actions bounce off my skin.
Get a load of this.
You smoke me like a gun.
Like a cigarette, who's pack did
this decision come from.
Nicotine occasions and you
light me up again and again.
 The flicker of your match
catches the reflection of my eyes
before you divulge in me like a 
quick cigarette.
Cigarette night.

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