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Feb 2014
all i could see was:
you,
your cigarette,
the moon;
and as i came closer,
you.

you touched me in ways
that made me feel alive.

even though it was
killing me,
i was dying to know.

you were itching to leave,
and we were burning up.

it was all turning to smoke;
it was suffocating.

i’m still trying to catch my

breath.
claire elisabeth
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claire elisabeth  23/F/MICHIGAN ✿
(23/F/MICHIGAN ✿)   
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