My fingers contain the scent of nicotine.
should I be bothered now,
in spite of all that happened?
Mind is not quite awake
and nevertheless I struggle
as I lay my heavy heart down
on your blue pillow;

I can taste your smell
and the pureness of  your body
oh so holy, oh so sweet,
I was afraid that someone might hear....

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