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***He was a recovering alcoholic
She was a double shot of *****
He desired her like an ex-smoker desires to smoke one last cigar before his lungs shut down completely, before he breathes his last breath
Like any smoker who would like to have the privilege to smell "Gurkha Black Dragon"
Their love was made of music notes no one got to hear
Music played only in their ears
Like moon and sun
Like day and night
They shouldn't collide
They can't meet
Mother nature would lose her balance each time they kissed
The universe did not approve of their love
A love story that should have never been lived, should never be written nor spoken about***
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
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***He was a recovering alcoholic
She was a double shot of *****
He desired her like an ex-smoker desires to smoke one last cigar before his lungs shut down completely, before he breathes his last breath
Like any smoker who would like to have the privilege to smell "Gurkha Black Dragon"
Their love was made of music notes no one got to hear
Music played only in their ears
Like moon and sun
Like day and night
They shouldn't collide
They can't meet
Mother nature would lose her balance each time they kissed
The universe did not approve of their love
A love story that should have never been lived, should never be written nor spoken about***
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