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Jan 2018
I’m smoking the butts of your cigarettes;
The ones you left in the ash tray during our last conversation.

I’m smoking the butts of your cigarettes;
Just to be where your lips have been.

I’m only doing this all because I think that I need it;
It’s as close as I can get to you.
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