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TELL ME IF I STOP KILLING MY LUNGS WITH YOUR NICOTINE THAT MY 

MOUTH WOULD TASTE JUST AS GOOD AS WHEN YOU FIRST KISSED IT TELL

ME YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE SO I CAN CHEW THIS GUM IN PEACE. I BRAID 

MY HAIR WITH THE SCENT OF YOU IN THE MORNING WEAVING YOUR 

LOVE THROUGH THE STRANDS WHILE YOU SAY THE SHEETS SMELL LIKE

SEX. I BITE MY TOUNGE TELLING YOU IT’S BECAUSE WE JUST FUCKED. THE

BIRDS ARE OUTSIDE AGAIN SO I TELL THEM TO SHUT UP AND ALSO THAT I

LOVE THEM BECAUSE THOSE TWO SENTIMENTS GO TOGETHER AND I 

KNOW YOU FEEL THE SAME. THE TOBACCO LEAVES STAIN MY SHEETS BUT 

IF YOU SAY IT’S FINE I’D LIKE YOU TO ROLL ME ONE, THOUGH REALLY I 

MUCH PREFER WEED. YOU’RE JUST HERE WHY(,) WOULD YOU LEAVE?