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A Dead Cigarette

your eyes sputter to
a stop, i am not lying
your hands search for mine,

without knowing, i
cringe from the undying love
laced in your strong veins

embers on your dead
cigarette fall from our
flame, they slowly fade.




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Lexie96 said...
Oct. 26, 2011 at 5:54 pm:
This is really good, and I especially love that last stanza. Think you could check my work out sometime?
 
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