I MUST stop smoking
Your laconic laments make me a bit sad and question
Your sardonic demeanor leaves me choking
... And now I am numbed by your feelings of aggression
A prior life led so prodigal
Now, has become stripped of all lavish things
So, pluck out the malignancies one by one follicle
Leaving me limp with a phantom limb
So, take me away
And I will continue to cough on my sleep
Even though I posses bad (as all do), the good far outweighs
Thus, don't weep... I'm yours to keep
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