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Cigarette

pushed clouds out, pursed lips like whistling in a shell, reverbs into tumbler held down and spirals back. Then, as it rises, Advocaat crackles thunder-yellow, tickling the insides into familiar house-warm feeling.

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Written by

conor-letham

English

Published: Dec 14, 2012
LinesWords: 1532

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