Your Cigarette

I was like your cigarette
you loved the smoke I made
and I loved the way you destroyed me…
and when you reached the filter
you didn’t like the taste
of my burnt soul…
you dropped me on the ground
and smashed me with your foot…
I was like your cigarette
and no one could taste me
after you…

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