oh sweet stick of white
in your box you sit
and your smile so reassuring
the tiny letters on your belt
spell out words of comfort
i clutch you small delicate frame
so careful not to squeeze to hard
for fear that you may break
you sit between my lips
so perfectly you fit
the lighter in my hand
awaiting to ignite your tip
the burn fills my mouth
and moves steadily to my chest
the warmth of your smoke
fills me up
and every exhale is sweet
i lick my lips
and breathe your substance in
but like everything that is good
you are not good for me
and it pains me to think
that i must give you up someday
but for now sweet cigarette
give me your nicotine core
and float me away
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