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February 25, 2018
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I kiss your cigarette
tainted lips,
And taste life instead of death.
The pressure of your hand gripping my hair,
With the softness of your hand cupping my face,
Reminds me of the distance between us,
Of how opposite we are.
But my god does that not matter because
All I can think of is how your musky cologne surrounds
My every thought,
And my dear how I cannot breathe without you.

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