Cigarettes

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The smell of cigarettes remind me of the best nights.
Times that will never be forgotten.
It also reminds me, that nothing is permanent.
Because those nights will never exist again.

Not with them.
Not with you.

just the smell of cigarette lingering on my sweater, 
that reminds me of being used. 



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