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Jun 2014
I became addicted to the taste
of your tongue and how
well it tasted of nicotine
and substances that made
your heart race, and
sometimes I really wish I was
your last stick of cigarette,
because maybe then, you'd
finally become addicted to me.
elissa
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elissa
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   Ady and Tim Zac Hollingsworth
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