She Blew It
I noticed she smoked, unhealthy, but sexy,
and every time our paths came to cross occasionally,
she would always give a warm inviting smile and hello to me.
Once I was admiring her from afar, sensually smoking that cigarette,
when she proceeded to look down upon the ground, and proceeded to spit.
She wasn't sexy anymore. Sorry darling, you blew it.
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