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Poetry: New York City

by Nik Nak

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Coughy and Cigarettes.



Something you don't exactly try
Like waking in the evening to a dry mouth and moods
I don't feel much of myself
I smell of two shows and no showers
The X's on my hands have sweat off onto my chin
A month since my last taste of nicotine
Your secondhand makes me crave it
To keep from shaking it's endless coffee breaks
Which let me mention makes it worse
I only called for sudden comfort
Conversation in a place where we could talk
Only to find you hear them over me
I don't mind this attention
It makes me feel like we're back in New York City
You supply the toxins, I supply the laughs
We'll live each day like the last
Killing our insides, poisoning our minds
You'll hold to me and I'd never let go
Because you will be the death of me
This life of coffee and cigarettes
I wouldn't trade it for anything.

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