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The smoke burns slightly down my throat and to my lungs. I focus on this, and empty my head, empty the images of Skye__ beautiful face all bruised up. In the end, I can__ even give her what she__ rightfully asking. A kiss. Just a fucking kiss on her lips. Even that I__ unable to do. It__ be pathetic if our situation and our past weren__ so tragic. I take another drag of my cigarette and watch the smoke swirling in the room only lit by the moonlight. _ Duke
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The smoke burns slightly down my throat and to my lungs. I focus on this, and empty my head, empty the images of Skye__ beautiful face all bruised up. In the end, I can__ even give her what she__ rightfully asking. A kiss. Just a fucking kiss on her lips. Even that I__ unable to do. It__ be pathetic if our situation and our past weren__ so tragic. I take another drag of my cigarette and watch the smoke swirling in the room only lit by the moonlight. _ Duke

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