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My lips curl around my last cigarette. I allow the smoke to mix with the air And fill my lungs. I exhale the poison And pass the tobacco ridden stick To my only friend. I watch as she does the same, With clouded eyes submerged in sadness. She stares straight into my soul and Whispers, We're in this together. Little does she know, I loath spending this time With her. I hate sharing my last cigarette With someone I can't stand. I turn my head, avoiding any Need to say a word, And as she passes the cigarette, I shift my gaze back onto her face, And notice that I'm staring into the mirror.
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
The Last Cigarette
My lips curl around my last cigarette. I allow the smoke to mix with the air And fill my lungs. I exhale the poison And pass the tobacco ridden stick To my only friend. I watch as she does the same, With clouded eyes submerged in sadness. She stares straight into my soul and Whispers, We're in this together. Little does she know, I loath spending this time With her. I hate sharing my last cigarette With someone I can't stand. I turn my head, avoiding any Need to say a word, And as she passes the cigarette, I shift my gaze back onto her face, And notice that I'm staring into the mirror.
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
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