from your hand,
to your lips,
i asked you to bite up
and light the cigarette

your breath,
when you start to ****,
is an ****** scene in my head
that was your first cigarette

your cough,
but a second more you laugh,
ask me to keep firing the thing
you keep smoke, but i know you hate it

the part of last night,
you hope you don't smoke again after that night
i said, yes, you don't have to smoke after this
you said, yes, you don't have to smoke after this

that night was an impulsive night for me,
i barely breath because i hate cigarette,
it killed my father,
but that night, you tried to **** yourself

that night was beautiful for me,
your lips taste bitter, but it's kinda unique for me,
and again you said to me,
that was the Last Cigarette you smoke.


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