::: The Cutest Kind of Cancer :::

She puffed a slow gentle hit of her cigarette when the smoke settled,
I awoke in my death bed with a message in rose pedals,
It read,
Your the one I LOVE to HATE for that I'll take your make shift passions,
As she steps into her space ship I chase the wasted path of ash's.

Written by: ~ Rewind

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