I never really noticed it before; the
neurotic way you swim with
the tar through every capillary and
open every vessel - I’d need an
x-ray to pick up on your presence.
Intricately, I wait as you work
carbon through my system, your
addictive clasp cripples my cluttered
thought patterns and makes me
irritably chew my tongue, waiting for your
nicotine antidote to kick in:
gasping for one more fix of you.
Adimurti Community Member 
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