Poem 1
Like a
Cigarette,  it
may get you
sick
but , you'll
never get sick
of it.

    Poem 2
So I'll light this Cigarette and Smoke the night away,
and I'll hope that Saturday will be the day when everything feels okay.
                                Poem 3

No one warns little girls
How boys with such pretty eyes who smelled like smoke,
who taste like rain,Who talk like silver ,are reasons behind
Tear soaked pillows ,Half finished poems and so many sad dreams

By Nikita gill,
Unknown ,and
Offonoff.

I decided to update today because it is my birthday. May 28 2018

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