She.

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She was like smoke,Here one moment..gone the next.Desperately I inhaled.

She was like a rose,Beautiful at sight, Dangerous to the touch,knowingly I held on tight.

She was like fire,& I the moth, attracted to the flame.No fear of the consequences.

She was beautiful in a car accident sort of way.She the driver,I, the passenger with no say.

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