23:12

Poetry

You told me you were leaving
because I smoke cigarettes
I stopped smoking in fear
of losing you forever
I went by your place to tell
you that I broke my bad habit
I saw you pressing your lips
against somYeone new
my walk home was lonely and
the only thing pressed to my
lips was a cigarette
I guess it’s time to quit
my bad habit.
You.

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