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Jun 2018
I breathe you in like a morning
Cigarette.
Trying to remember all I must forget;
Touching my cheek as I’m crying
because a piece of my soul is…
Funny how love burns like those
Early morning drags.
The red line recedes with each new pull
all good things come
Second draft... not sure if it's much better than the first. Editing suggest are much appreciated.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  27/F/Florida
(27/F/Florida)   
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