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Dec 2017
Mountains is the dead skin
Upon a once red surface
Come on in
To the cigarette lips

Gravel is the breath
Sometimes shaky
Come on in
To the cigarette lips


Murky is the soul
Once you touch them
Come one in
To the cigarette lips

And join us in infinity
Dirty Word
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   stΓ©phane noir
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