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Exquisite was the Smoke on his lips. Exquisite was his body, Drawn in Careful lines, Forming sturdy, Slender build. Exquisite were the Nicotine pipes, That held the chemical, As it raced around Inside him, Lifting that weight That brought out The frown lines. Exquisite was the Cigarette, Lit and burnt, Disappearing down The throat. Exquisite was how it Looked, Clean coming out of Crisp pack, And then burning ***** A continual paradox Because one Blurs into five While we talk.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Exquisite
Exquisite was the Smoke on his lips. Exquisite was his body, Drawn in Careful lines, Forming sturdy, Slender build. Exquisite were the Nicotine pipes, That held the chemical, As it raced around Inside him, Lifting that weight That brought out The frown lines. Exquisite was the Cigarette, Lit and burnt, Disappearing down The throat. Exquisite was how it Looked, Clean coming out of Crisp pack, And then burning ***** A continual paradox Because one Blurs into five While we talk.
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olivia-mccann
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
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