Up In Smoke

" she was nicotine, and I was addicted " *lower-case intentional*

dear draco,

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Her.

She looked like a p e r f e c t i m p e r f e c t i o n Smelled like v a n i l l a Sang like an a n g e l Felt like s i l k And tasted i n t o x i c a t i n g

Him.

He looked like an a n g e l Smelled like c i g a r e t t e s Sounded like a m e l o d y Felt like v e l v et And tasted f o r b i d d e n

Cold

#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.