Smoking a cigarette dries your throat, and so does a kiss you were never meant to have.
One kills you slowly, the other tears you apart in a single breath.
One leaves ashes in your lungs, the other scatters them across your heart until it feels like a grave.
You'll cough either way, only the choice is between blood on your lips, or a name burning in your mouth that you cannot spit out.
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