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Jan 2015
I often miss,
the mix of
smoke
and ***
on your tongue.

The way
you smelled,
like smoke
and spice.

And how cute
you looked
in your high state.

You are a misfit,
that fit perfectly
into my heart.
Ciske
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Ciske  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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