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Mar 2016
with the lit cigarette
pressed to your purple lips
you’re longing for peace and happiness
so you light another cigarette
darkening your soul once again
somewhere in that cigarette can make you happy
you think with the
flick of a lighter
inside of every burn
is a thought
of everything slowly getting better
you’re tricked
hazael-fae
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