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Sep 2015
Her breath tastes of the cigarette smoke she once cursed you for having,
and now that you're gone she's been the one in need of putting the killing between her own teeth.
The smoke lingers on her clothes and body.
A  smell  she  once  deceived.
But you're gone.
And she no longer cares.
a slow death // m.m.e
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