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Feb 14
I loved the absence of tobacco smoke
Until I realized it meant he was gone.

I loved the fresh breeze coming in through my window,
Until I realized it meant he was not behind the window smoking away.

It seems as if I loved the world when he was gone, but there was nothing more I wanted than being submerged in his love, tobacco smell and all.
Written by
Shalo  17/F/DR
(17/F/DR)   
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     Valentine, Chelsea Quigley and Nick Moore
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