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by Violet

I want to be the cigarette you hold between your fingers, the crushed packet you keep in your back pocket, the white lighter you’re always playing around with.

I want to be in the car when you drive around aimlessly, listening to your favourite radio station, filling the air with smoke and ammunition.

I want to learn your dirty little secrets, share your forgotten stories, find out if the truth makes you tick.

I want to apologise for the tattoo she inked, I never meant to steal your affections, leaving traces of madness with every conversation.

I want to tell you I’ve missed you, without any ill intention. I’m just a girl still dreaming even though it’s too late for happy endings.

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