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Oct 2015
She smokes in front of me
Knowing that the wind is carrying my hair to the back of my face
Knowing that I despise the smell of cigarettes when it beds in my hair
Knowing that she will leave traces of her breath on my skin



-LynnAA
Probably she doesn't know, but it soothes me to think that she does
1/10/2015
Lynn Al-Abiad
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Lynn Al-Abiad
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