Vices

Bitter mist fills the air, smoke rolls
Coffee and cigarettes,
Taste the smooth warmth, fill your lungs
Coffee and cigarettes
Old age, clogged coughs
Coffee and cigarettes
Energy from seed, death by tar
Coffee and cigarettes
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