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Apr 2018
The way she smoked

Those cheap-*** cigarettes

That left a bitter taste in her mouth.

The fireball whiskey

That burnt her throat all the way down,

Those were the tastes of her lips

And the smell of her.

I loved those.

And now they’re gone.
aslan
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