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Jan 2019
You used to be
the air that breathed
into my lungs, now
it's full of thick fumes

it dangles between my fingers,
burning bright
& precarious,
like us

a long exhale, leaning back
my legs crossed,
because that used to
be yours too

smoke blurs my vision,
as I realize I've swapped
one bad habit
for another

and that the smell
of tobacco and cold air,
makes me feel
close to you

ash begins to fall and the heat
gets closer to my fingers,
the further I wander
through memories of you

and when the ember
threatens it's presence,
I'm awakened to the reality
that you burned away the same

as every cigarette
I've replaced
on my lips
Written by
M Salinger  28/F/Rhye
   memoona kazmi and Em MacKenzie
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