I took a cigarette and lit it.
The smoke escaped my lips like the sounds I made when we were together.
Moans.
Slowly, then all at once.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
I took a cigarette and lit it.
The smoke escaped my lips like the sounds I made when we were together.
Moans.
Slowly, then all at once.
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