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Cigarettes
and you,
I feel both
as delicate as
petals of a rose,
 dancing on my lips.


Your touch
the magical touch
as elegant as rising smoke
on the ice cold moonlight
and then I take drags,
one by one
Every drag a kiss
Every kiss a death
Slow death
Painless death
Vivid. Absurd. Dark


Just a few stars
Flickering in sky
Half moon. No clouds
Just us
Kissing. Smoking.
Sometimes both.
Sometimes none.

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A/N

The Poem in no way endorses smoking and as your lungs would agree, it is indeed harmful to your health. 

Eat chocolates instead. 

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