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Mar 2019
you told me you were leaving because i smoke cigarettes
i stopped smoking in fear
of losing you forever
i went by your place to tell
you i broke my bad habit
i saw you pressing your lips
against someone new,
my walk home was lonely and
the only thing pressed to my
lips was a cigarette.
i guess its time to quit
my bad habit.
autumn
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autumn  F/Michigan
(F/Michigan)   
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   Perry
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