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only a coffee mark can be seen in the lower corner the sides are burnt from your always lit cigarrette the words are vanished you took them with you left me with a scorned blank paper
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
blank paper
only a coffee mark can be seen in the lower corner the sides are burnt from your always lit cigarrette the words are vanished you took them with you left me with a scorned blank paper
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
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