I* smoked a cigarette today. Sitting outside alone in the cold night, under the bewitching full moon light, trying to endure the moment, but 'twas windy.
Familiar triangle.* You are heartbreakingly beautiful yet impossible to reach. Loving you is self-destructive. Regardless, I do and your enticement will never last.
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