a small cigarette sat between her fingers,
their 5th one today,
her parents would be so dissapointed,
yet she couldn't stop,
the scent of luring smoke,
the taste of delicious smoke,
the look of pretty smoke,
the feeling of pretty smoke,
so good yet so deadly.
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random sad poems 👍
Poetryhere's some random poems i write when I'm not vibing. TW!! ed sh
