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Aug 2015
I fall like a little drop in my coffee
drawn like a diffusing smoke in the air
Take away the scent of cigaret off my lunges
I don't want to smell like her

I fall asleep like a little child in my fantasy
Dream when I wake up and not at all asleep
Wake me up, let me see the other side
He might have missed me more than her
Sillage
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Sillage
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