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Smoke My heart was like an unburnt candle With a wick fresh and new Until one day a spark of passion ignited it And caused a bright fire to burn inside But like all candles The wick burned down After someone carelessly left it burning Until the fire had long died out Leaving only a trail of gray smoke behind... |
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