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Feb 2017
Love is like a cigarette
It starts with a spark
Warm, bright, and addicting
But eventually burns out

How is it my heart always ends up
as the ash tray?
2.8.17
Josalyn Szwejbka
Written by
Josalyn Szwejbka  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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