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archwolf-angel Jan 2017
Time be taken
For her hands to reach out for the fire
Restraints from moving faster
And it happens

Lighting up her cigarette
It starts to burn
Slowly inhaling
So the fire would stay in place

Slowly exhaling
The stick gets shorter
Ashes fall to the ground
Another minute is gone

It slowly reaches the end
She tries to take in the last breath
It ashes away
Like her time with him
She flicks it away
Solemnly
Saying goodbye...

— The End —