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I bummed a cigarette from a loving ghost, again Seems like every sins committed by these hands and lips are twice my age How could a kiss make you old? Told not to a soul that I would quit obsessing cause only her smoke comforts me inside

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22 / M / Philippines

Published: May 31, 2019
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