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Apr 2016
She tasted like cigarettes
Like sweet nicotine
That lingers in your mind
And on your tongue.
I wish it was me
Maybe then I could stop your cravings
And you could enjoy the taste
Of coffee on my lips instead
And I could replace her
With me in your head

o.o.
Olivia Ophelia
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Olivia Ophelia  17/F/NJ
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