She Let It Burn, But Didn’t Breathe It In
I don’t want to leave—
She said, putting the cigarette between her lips.
She let me light it.
Then don’t, I said.
She let it burn, but didn’t breathe it in.
When the ashes reached her fingertips
She dropped it,
Ground the sparks into the pavement,
And walked away.
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