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May 2015
Ill just be here smoking my cigarette like i always do, youre right there next to me, already smoked two.

Lighting one after another till they burn out flilling our lungs with waste.

Soon you'll finish your cigarettes and you'll leave like you always do.

Slowly burning until you have finished your daily pack.



Our love was like these cigarettes.

Burning to waste until youve finished your daily dosage of me.

Soon you'll get up and leave, but whats to worry?

You have another carton to waste.
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unknown poet  narnia
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