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Toxic Love

March 29, 2012
By jessicags GOLD, San Diego, California
jessicags GOLD, San Diego, California
15 articles 8 photos 21 comments

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"I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." Brenda Ueland


The cigarette across your lips is smiling at me.
You can’t see but its toxic love is running through my veins.
My lungs are soaking it in like a last desperate kiss.
Ash and smoke are fixing their stare on my cheeks,
hoping to turn my lungs black and my blush grey.
The cigarette across your lips is smiling at me.
You can’t see but its toxic love is running through my veins.
You can’t see but it’s not only killing you but slowly murdering me.



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