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Apr 2015
he held a pack of cigarette.
took the last one of it.
held it securely,
like it's the only precious thing he got.

i took a glance at him,
wondering.
can i be his last cigarette to hush?
regina
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regina  25/F/indonesia
(25/F/indonesia)   
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