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Smokers Cough

  • Writer: Taylor Thomas
    Taylor Thomas
  • Oct 25, 2025
  • 1 min read

I never liked kissing you cigarettes filled mouth

For i know myself to well

You would get me addicted to your highs

So you had a crash landing when you had no where else to place your anger and lows

I am the bearer of all

You are fucking welcome

 
 
 

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