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you smelt of nicotine and wild dreams tapping your feet to the music inside your head that no one else could hear & as you put away your box of cigarettes i couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for you to be more addicted to me than to your marlboros
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
to the guy sitting next to me on the plane
you smelt of nicotine and wild dreams tapping your feet to the music inside your head that no one else could hear & as you put away your box of cigarettes i couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for you to be more addicted to me than to your marlboros
// oh love, we want the ones that we will grow to hate //
blindsight
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
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