A tiny dot
On their wirsts
They would imprint
Each day
It became a norm
And they grew used to it
Then suddenly
One day
He erased the spot
With a cigarette butt
She knew not
The spot was gone
What was her's once
On their wirsts
They would imprint
Each day
It became a norm
And they grew used to it
Then suddenly
One day
He erased the spot
With a cigarette butt
She knew not
The spot was gone
What was her's once
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