Its a mix you won't find in your mothers cookbooks by Mya

Dec 2018

The taste of stale cigarettes
On her lips
Mixing with the stinging cherry
On my own
Is a flavor I'll probably never forget
Or trade for the world

Written by

Mya 26/F/Wherever Souls Wander

(26/F/Wherever Souls Wander)

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