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Years down, the puff of your cigarette will take shapes of our memories. It's ashes will remind you of my fragile skin that burnt like charcoal when you made love to me . Layer by layer you will try to peel me off your memory stack, but the heat of smoke will remind you of my shivering lips you held in between yours .
Years down, when you light the cigarette, you will remember how I burnt myself alive in blazes of your love. With the last butt of your cigarette that you will throw, you will try to forget me a little more.