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Aug 14
Before today, I’d never bite the cigarette
You dangled in front of my lips;
But the smoke is the scent of ‘regret’
All over you and our relationship.
The smoke is dense, greying with each puff;
It is poisonous and carcinogenic.
I’ll accept your tease today
Because perhaps our memories with each other will fade away
As the smoke does once it is inhaled and released,
Lifted with the winds.
Bruh
Ivana Rodriguez
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Ivana Rodriguez  17/F/somewhere in this world
(17/F/somewhere in this world)   
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