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Yellow stained fingers balance a cigarette slowly burning to ash

The smell makes me dizzy, but I'd never ask you to put it out

You'd argue it's part of your character, charm, or some other BS reason to keep it lit

I watch the smoke curl up and fade away

You watch me, looking for a clue or something to let you into my head

So many keys that don't fit the lock

I catch your stare and smile

You look away, embarrassed

You always embarrassed so easily, I never understood, I still don't

The moment passes, the clock chimes and our time is done

You get up and walk away

I'm left with ashes and a smell that makes me dizzy