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Dec 2015
This cigarette stayed
between my lips
longer than
you ever did.

Memories, smoke
You polluted my mind,
I puffed out a cloud;
You diffused sky high.

I'd rather die
From my lungs screaming,

I'd rather die
A woman without feelings.

Cigarettes burn out,
Every smoke cloud fades,
I hope I don't last
For another decade.
I'd rather die killing myself.
I'd rather not by somebody else.
Written by
Poetria  23/F/Pakistan
(23/F/Pakistan)   
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