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I am the beauty unrealized,

Obscured from your view by that

               Characteristic smoke

That always seems to be pouring from your lips.

How sweet to gain that delicious haze, it must be,

          For I know the temptress who pulls you

From

     My bed.

     One touch from her hand,

     One kiss from her mouth,

And you are lost in her nature

          While I am the reeking ashes,

               The burned-away five-dollar love

That you purge from your lungs into the ground,

     Your hollow cough the only resounding homage to devotion.