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May 2014
i'm jealous of the last cigarette you smoked
that it got to soothe your pain
that itΒ got to make itself at home in your lungs
because i couldn't soothe your pain even if i tried
and i can never leave finger prints on your skin again
i can never feel you again
and i'm jealous of the bed sheets you hung yourself with
they got to feel your warmth
because they got to cease your pain
and even if i tried i couldn't do that either
and your gone
and you're never coming back to say your final goodbye
and that's when i knew the cigarette meant more to you than me.
jealousy
kenzo
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kenzo  In a world of my own
(In a world of my own)   
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