Like a cigarette-
A deep draught from your
Beauty I took.
The fire glowed,
The ash lengthened,
Lengthened to crumble,
And so it goes, -
Breath became hot,
Supple body bending,
Life span shrinking,
And now-
The smoke's impression left behind
The fire's aroma alone left
Desire remaining unfulfilled.
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