But if I die, my beloved
I would relish the taste of a cigarette.
It would only then be a downfall
As near as I could transpire
To the taste of thee.
Slumber shall finally arrive
Sweet scent and lids closed.

This vindictiveness shatters
Only betimes.
But paces itself in
Moments of torment.
Bone disintegrating into the crust of land
The taste of that nicotine stick
A reminder of the pain.

But my love, if our departure is destined parallel
I would vend all the drugs
Just for thy aftertaste.
Sweet scent and lids closed.
No zany substitute.
It would then be a demise worth living
This tortuous life.

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