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I’m so scared of forgetting the poise / of the cigarette butt in her fingers / where she sat shotgun where I wish I had / I had sat there before and almost / almost kissed you / but the music is so transcendent tonight / it doesn’t matter who holds the cigarette / because we’re all breathing it in / dying at the same time. / city lights shifting in and out of consciousness / i wish I had kissed you that day now more than ever / in front of the bokeh of the night / just to tell you how much I would give / to be the person your affection never misses / on a dartboard / to be the one you come home to after lovers gone / the one you lean in to kiss before they you / I wonder how much it would take of me to say / I want to be your secret place / where you first went to get a loaded cigarette / sat on a tiled floor with the exhaust fan on / I wish I was there to tell you you look so beautiful / when you wish you were high / you look so beautiful / when you’re almost there / when you miss your therapist’s appointment because mirrors suddenly / become so expensive when you need a hard / look at yourself. I know the stories / I know the looks you get and I want nothing more / than to swallow you whole the minute / your lips part— a cigarette to keep them company / while I rest my own, remembering the haste I held back to taste you.

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I’m so scared of forgetting the poise / of the cigarette butt in her fingers / where she sat shotgun where I wish I had / I had sat there before and almost / almost kissed you / but the music is so transcendent tonight / it doesn’t matter who holds the cigarette / because we’re all breathing it in / dying at the same time. / city lights shifting in and out of consciousness / i wish I had kissed you that day now more than ever / in front of the bokeh of the night / just to tell you how much I would give / to be the person your affection never misses / on a dartboard / to be the one you come home to after lovers gone / the one you lean in to kiss before they you / I wonder how much it would take of me to say / I want to be your secret place / where you first went to get a loaded cigarette / sat on a tiled floor with the exhaust fan on / I wish I was there to tell you you look so beautiful / when you wish you were high / you look so beautiful / when you’re almost there / when you miss your therapist’s appointment because mirrors suddenly / become so expensive when you need a hard / look at yourself. I know the stories / I know the looks you get and I want nothing more / than to swallow you whole the minute / your lips part— a cigarette to keep them company / while I rest my own, remembering the haste I held back to taste you.