The smoke burns slightly down my throat and to my lungs. I focus on this, and empty my head, empty the images of Skyes beautiful face all bruised up. In the end, I cant even give her what shes rightfully asking. A kiss. Just a fucking kiss on her lips. Even that Im unable to do. Itd be pathetic if our situation and our past werent so tragic. I take another drag of my cigarette and watch the smoke swirling in the room only lit by the moonlight. Duke

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