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With every cigarette you burnt a hole in my heart with every puff you held the cigarette longer on my heart and every day i worried about your heart in fear that i will crush it you got to me first and that makes you even more perfect
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
I promised that this would be the last poem of him
With every cigarette you burnt a hole in my heart with every puff you held the cigarette longer on my heart and every day i worried about your heart in fear that i will crush it you got to me first and that makes you even more perfect
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
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