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Aug 2015
I wanna smoke a lot,
and forget about
everything that hurts.

I wanna smoke a lot,
so I won't hear
those hurtful words.

I wanna smoke a lot,
and let you tasteΒ Β 
the nicotine on my lips.

I wanna smoke a lot,
right after we made love
under the sheets.
For Vlad.
India
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India
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     pilgrims, --- and Rapunzoll
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