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Aug 2014
Your love is a cigarette
The instant relief of your embrace
Lasts only a second
And then I'm left with a bitter taste
Charcoal lungs.

Yet I yearn for more
I know you're bad for me
But soon our flame will burn black
So I'll let our love cool
And I'll stub it out.
Candy Noire
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Candy Noire  UK
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