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Nov 2013
she was lighter
and he was cigarette

she needed him to feel worthwhile
and he needed her to feel the flames

but just like every lighter
her light ran out

and just like every cigarette
his fire died

and just like that
they forgot who they are
i tried my best and this is one of my very first poems xoxo
sabrina
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sabrina  Mexico
(Mexico)   
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