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Our days were measured in cigarettes- We’d sit together- electric- Amid the puffs of smoke And the music that bound us. He’d touch and I’d cringe, So we’d talk some more, Or sit in silence- All light was filtered Through nicotine stained Lampshades- It was always cold that summer And sunlight blinded us, But it was rarely seen… It was just us then- Simple and happy- And when we were out of Cigarettes, It was time to go to bed.
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