perks of dating a smoker the nights we used to sit outside staring at darkness you'd break the silence asking if you could "light one", lighter already in hand as if you needed my permission. i kicked and screamed and begged you to stop, but you never listened. now walking in the city where i find my escape i hold my breath as i pass by smokers on their cigarette break, but all i want to do is bury my head in your chest and breathe in the smell of you.
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