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cigarettes
the first one i shared with you
was late one night
sitting against a white concrete wall
(i had already defaced it with shitty poetry)
(the fireworks hadn't started yet)
(i had been dreaming about the fireworks)
you said
"id offer you one but i dont want to kill you"
i replied with a nervous laugh because
i knew you were going to make
me feel so
fucking
alive tonight
(i couldnt wait for the fireworks)
however we shared a cigarette in the dark
(still no fucking fireworks)
between flirting, drinking and
smoking we talked
i cant remember what about but
you made me laugh a lot
i remember people, counting down,
screams of laughter, then
fireworks
and i swear to god
i had never felt more alive in my
life
