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it was his look
his look
was what captured me
he had a leather jacket
and a white v-neck
that always smelled
of cigarettes and altoids
a smell that had become
so familiar that
i didn't feel at home
if it wasn't in my grasp
i was so reliant on him
that i never realized
that he was the one
bringing me down

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