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To exalt the exotic beauty of fingers For the feeling of ease To appreciate the waves To get dazed To endure prisons of all kinds Smoke them for the taste To get poisoned To get laid To rotten your teeth If you don’t get paid To die slowly Or to live between a match and a lighter
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
I wonder if there is really a reason
To exalt the exotic beauty of fingers For the feeling of ease To appreciate the waves To get dazed To endure prisons of all kinds Smoke them for the taste To get poisoned To get laid To rotten your teeth If you don’t get paid To die slowly Or to live between a match and a lighter
smoke
sarasenia
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
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