Jan 2017
A cigarette it's like a woman.
When you think it's your last,
you keep craving for more.
Only wish I would still
be close to your lips,
expelled by your lungs,
embodied in your being.
When you think it's your last,
you keep craving for more.
Only wish I would still
be close to your lips,
expelled by your lungs,
embodied in your being.
Copyright © irsorai
18/01/2017 - 3:45am
18/01/2017 - 3:45am
(31/F/Portugal)
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