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High school love never lasts
She used to flaunt around with whispers of whiffs of **** and cigarette smoke sunken into her sweaters and wavy locks.
When she left, he longed for the smell of what he once had, so he started hanging around the potheads and chainsmokers of the campus
But soon, he realized that it was not just the smell of scorched planty fibers that he longed for,
It was the smell of her without and before the addictions,
How sweet and sticky it was in the late summer nights,
How her breath toyed with the hairs of his neck.
But he mostly just missed the presence of another being that could make him realize he is
Still able to be.
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