There were merry days,
When They used to breathe in the same air,
He solicitously exhaled out love,
For her lungs to blossom everytime she inhaled it in.
Now he watches her flowers burn and wither,
As she inhales in betrayal and lies,
choking on her own exhaled smoke.
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