Codeine
Cigarrette Machine
Dry heave doubtFrom a little dragon's mouthSplit lip and split tongueFinally, cross eyedShe stands next to the cigarrette machine"This device has got it made," she thinks.It has a cast iron stomachBut a candle for a heartOdd the way the very stuff falls outHard the way it makes you doubtThis thing leaps up and complains, full of bileNot even starcrossed, just unluckyOdd how the very stuff falls outHard the way it makes you smileThis thing leaps up and complainsNot even starcrossed, just unlucky
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