"what are you doing?" her best friend asked, curiously.
"writing," she said, lighting her cigarette.
"but why are you writing i love you on your cigarette?"
"so that when i burn it, it will mean a little less."
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!
