My Cigarette is like my heart
Any flame can light it,
but unless you suck it it stops, dies out
and stinks.
If you keep sucking it, it stays alight
but with each lungful of smoke the love becomes less
and then it is,
the filter
the bit that allowed my heart to love you
the love is gone, but the mouth piece stays
and then you, it's you that throws it away
and no one can light it, they don't even try
and it rots
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