Quit

 


 

I am not at this hour,
As I was not at the hour you met me,
A smoker.
Nor was I smoking,
Set afire,
In need of your loving arms to pat out the flames.
Swallowing the wrong side of a cigarette is like the feeling of your
love.

 

 

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