Broken Glass  

Posted by CR3364N

…and the sound of broken glass was all I could hear.
As I lit my cigarette and smoke its dancing clouds, I exhale my last breath of you while a tear evaporates from my cheeks but not without leaving a trail on my skin, a scar burnt in there forever

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