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Oct 2015
I only craved the taste of a cigarette when I could lick it off your lips, ******* a nicotine fix right out of your mouth.
And I swear
as your green eyes stare out at the road, your car shoots west, music and smoke keeping you going,
I can feel e v e r y mile you travel away from where you belong...  my arms.
You're my perfect, you are my love.
Alex
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