My goodness

His goodness is like an apple

Simple, sweet, thin skinned

Mine is like a cigar

Loaded with additives

That tend to make you blacken

From within

But oh, 

when he takes a drag of me

He just feels such relief

So he keeps smoking

And I try not to blacken him

For all my bitterness

I have to admit

That this is working

But the effort I put in

Can also be a killing thing

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