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Sep 2014
Sitting on the cold roof of your ageing apartment, I could barely find a fresh breath of air while you abused smoke after smoke.

The taste of ***** so crisp on my tongue and yet it was you, that made me feel drunk.
Unfortunate Smile
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Unfortunate Smile  Australia
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