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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 someone 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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