Your words filled my lungs with smoke

heavier than the aftermath of a burned city.

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I don't love you anymore.

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Your words taste like ash, and burn

their way down my throat.

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I don't love you anymore.

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I am drowning in your fiery words,

drowning, gasping for fresh breath.

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I still love you.

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a/n please bear with me until I learn how to format this without the periods