The reasonA Poem by SjayI am the morning cigarette you crave I am the music to your ecstasy pill I am a cold can of beer waiting to go down your parched throat I am the sleepless night you suffer from I am the high of your weed I am the smoke of your cigar I am what’s keeping you alive I am the reason why you’re dying. © 2014 SjayAuthor's Note
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