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Jul 2016
He treats her like a cigarette
lights her up like a flame,
watches her burn slowly
and easily ignores the ashes that fall.

Every time he lets out some steam,
her flame is no longer so bright.

Three minutes later.

He crushes the cigarette with his heel,
puts out the girls flame that was burning so bright.

He was't in the mood anymore
left her all alone and burned,
he had moved onto another cigarette.

He smokes a pack a day.
Keeana Calmes
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Keeana Calmes  Guelph, ON
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