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Burnt

He sighs her sweet smoke
flicks the ash off,
smashing it against a table,
killing her fire.
He leaves her in the ashtray, he exits,
forever keeping her vulnerable.
Only half of her remains,
No one willing to take
someone else's used up cig.



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