Tar lays upon my disgusted clothing
As you inhale the poision in your lungs
You exhale toxicisty
My Clothes shiver and cough
And envelope them selves in the culture
Soon enough to be addicted
To the smoke you speak
Your tounge laced and lavished in the addiction You crave for
My wounded jacket
And my torn up sleeve
Become the death of me
As you sweep in with your breath of putrid smoke
Enough to kill off bees
And my wounded heart
Worn upon my sleve
©danikadani
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