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Aug 2019
With every cigarette
you burnt a hole
in my heart
with every puff
you held the cigarette
longer on my heart
and every day i worried
about your heart
in fear
that i will crush it
you got to me first
and that makes you
even more perfect
Written by
Mahati  18
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     ---, Fawn and Colm
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