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Dec 2015
Menthol cigarettes
The smell of your tobacco breath
Yellow stains on your index and middle fingers
All those things I used to miss
Oh how I must reminisce
Days where we'd scream and fight
Menthol cigarettes
The way you smelled after we'd makeup
That tobacco breath
The days I didn't really care
The names you'd scream and things you threw
Menthol cigarettes
The last thing we had ever shared
Stains between my ******* and index
Just laying alone on that old mattress
Alexandria Christine Leeson
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Alexandria Christine Leeson  Missouri
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