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We were a beautiful catastrophe,  powerful and all consuming.  We started off strong, untouched,  passion at its finest.  The holding and the loving,  like you’ve never experienced it.  That was the beautiful part, until our hearts began to quiver.  The fire in our eyes died out.  Instead, each touch stung like a burn and our organs began to disintegrate.  Soon we began to catch on. We somehow destroyed one another.  Each kiss, harsh,  each glance, deadly.  A monumental tragedy.

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I am your morning cigarette. You crave me, you need me, but someday soon you’ll realize how toxic I am. Someday soon you will leave me. Don’t you worry, darling. I’ve already stained your lungs black and I know you’ll feel the ghost of me on your fingers forever. In the mornings before you fully wake you’ll crave me because old habits die hard and you’ll never quite be able to kill the desire for me. When the gentle lips of your wife bore you, you will think of my bitterness that somehow always tastes sweeter than honey. That one time you give in and indulge she will cry when she smells me on you, and never again will you feel me on your lips, but I know you will always feel me in the darkness inside you. Right now I am your morning cigarette. Soon I will be the cancer in your lungs. I wish I was sorry.

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I find it hard to hide it

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The way we broke apart was beautiful, we were torn edges that could never fit. We cut on to each others’ surfaces, made our marks, so that when we broke apart we still remembered. I still remember. Do you?

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