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It was simple what we were.
At the same time
it was
complicated.
A stick of cigarette
A white paper cylinder
Sitting
right
between
your lips
So simple.
At the same time
So complicated.
Each exhale you gave
Was an inhale I took
A puff of smoke
in the sky
For a second
It looked almost
magical
But only for a second did it last
Only for a second
Did we last
Because just like the smoke
You were fleeting
This was not the place for you
And just like smoke to me
I found it hard to breathe
Eyes tearing up
This was not something for me
Smoking.
Your only bad habit
You would say
Bad habits come easy
But go hard
Very hard.
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