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May 27
cigarette smoke disappearing
right in front of my eyes
how I wish I had
like a cat, nine lives

even though
they would be short
I would enjoy
every whisky shot
Jameson Blackmay
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Jameson Blackmay  23/M/Slovakia
(23/M/Slovakia)   
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