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Apr 2015
you asked me for a cigarette and smoked with me.
you told me you liked the way i smiled.
you ******* told me i was something new
that you had never seen.
you looked me in the eyes and told me
you loved me.
but you looked right through me and
at her just weeks later.
did you ask her for a smoke too
or was that just a ******* joke?
jen norris
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jen norris
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