cigarette smoke disappearing
right in front of my eyes
how I wish I had
like a cat, nine lives
even though
they would be short
I would enjoy
every whisky shot
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC
cigarette smoke disappearing
right in front of my eyes
how I wish I had
like a cat, nine lives
even though
they would be short
I would enjoy
every whisky shot
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