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Nov 2015
Maybe I liked it because the smoke stinging in my lungs covered up the sting in my heart from you
Or maybe I just liked the way it looked in between my fingers.
I could only smoke half before it made me nauseous
I put it out but I still kept you tightly pursed between my lips.
Tate
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Tate  Indiana
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