I am like nicorette,
nice and good for you.
I stop the bad habits,
the unclean and unhealthy ways.
But still,
at the end of every day,
you steal a smoke and recede,
and you never say.
by Benjamin Cardoza
written November 21, 2006, 3:04 AMLabels: life, poetry
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