What I need isn’t what is good for me

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I have a friend in phlegmatic visions,
He comforts me with novacaine-
And needles filled with grey dispostion,

My lungs long for his careless caress,
He is with me always between my skin,
A cloud of ashy, delightful, murderous death,

Without him and his friends the same,
My mind becomes a mess of pain,

“Where the hell are my cigarettes…”

By Alice Crown, 17, Fort Hamilton High School, United States of America

What I need isn't what is good for me

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