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Lighter
She's dangerous, carries death in her left pocket
Spark it up, she'll blow up, higher than a rocket
23 missed calls, she brought another 12 pack
Backseat, wrong turn, she doesn't plan on going back
Each puff with ease, one could breathe far, she's been through hell
Broken, midst the cloud, to mend she had to inhale
Lost tracks of what's left of her but smoke in her lung
Aware her heart's smoldering and a pale tongue
That last kiss, light it up til her lips crack to rust
Light up that taste, for the past is nothing but dust
Rolling down the windows, bid a share of regrets
Black lighter, 11 more set of cigarettes
© Humzee sparrow
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