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Aug 2014
My cigarette burns at one end,
but we burnt at both.
We told lies and ill-advised "I love you's"
wishing to keep this alive.
Turn two smoking ends
into something that never dies.
And it never does,
for whenever I feel that burning in my heart
I find forever
in what once was.
Isaac Bahn
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