I never smoked
Since you left me to bestow me rigorous ache
I pressed one pipe amid my two lips
Then I was about to lit the pipe with a gaslight
All on a sudden your face emerged from the pipe
I stopped! Tell me how could I burn your Beautiful face?
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
I never smoked
Since you left me to bestow me rigorous ache
I pressed one pipe amid my two lips
Then I was about to lit the pipe with a gaslight
All on a sudden your face emerged from the pipe
I stopped! Tell me how could I burn your Beautiful face?
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