Cigarette

Just one more taste. 
Just one more hit. 
How I miss your smoky, ashy, charred aroma, that taste. 
Your smoky, ashy, charred aroma haunts me, begging me to take one hit. 
Just one more inhale. 
That smoky, ashy, charred aroma, taste of that rebellious girl I once knew.

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