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Sep 2017
like your cigarette, baby
hold me between your lips,
love me longer than it burns out,
keep me lingering
in your thoughts
the same way
you're stuck on your bad habits.
we're all addicted to what kills us,
and your poison tastes just like whiskey cola to my soul.
Elle Celeste
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Elle Celeste  19/F/from sleepless mnl
(19/F/from sleepless mnl)   
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