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POEM – NICOTINE

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NICOTINE

I wonder what love is

When I press my lips up to yours

I feel it’s lust, but you say it’s love.

 

And when I press a cigarette against my lips

I wonder what love is

Love, this isn’t it, only addiction.

 

It feels more like love, though

Rather than your lips, a cigarette

Making my lungs fill.

 

It feels safer, though

People say cigarettes are bad and addictive

But I say it’s you.

 

Written By:  JCW

November 2016

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