Tuesday, July 20, 2010

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Love's like a cigarette. You know you had my heart aglow between your fingertips, and just like a cigarette I never knew the thrill of life until I touched your lips. Then just like a cigarette, love seemed to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret, and with a flick of your fingertips it was easy for you to forget.

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