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Searing tears, Rubbing-sore hands, Pounding drum headache, Red eyes, Lips and cheeks inflamed. The embers burn, Laying forgotten amongst Dull gray ashes. Shimmering smoke Leaches away tenderness, And slowly, Oh so slowly, Steal my soul as it rises.

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SilverLaughter

28 / F / Vermont

Published: Jun 19, 2018
LinesWords: 1338

Notes: Fucking sick of boyfriends who smoke cigarettes. Just done with it.
Tags: #relationship #bastards #smoking #donewithit #fuckthem #heat #smoke #ash #steal #stolen

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