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Fingertips holding The cigarettes we used to share A time when whiskey dwelled on your breath you’d turn ***** eyed, tender, And say Are you ready to go home?
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
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Fingertips holding The cigarettes we used to share A time when whiskey dwelled on your breath you’d turn ***** eyed, tender, And say Are you ready to go home?
ryann-miller
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
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