Cigarettes and LipsMature

You might say
he loved her
like she loved
cigarettes
Truth is,
he smoked them
like she kissed boys.
She'd break hearts
and windshields
he broke filters
and rules.
She smoked cigarettes
to die,
he smoked
to enjoy them.
He loved
learning things
like she loved books.
He knew last words
she knew lost worlds.
She knew a labyrinth
made for suffering
and the only way out?
Straight and fast.

The End

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