Some nights
I wake up at 4 am,
with the taste of smoke at the back of my throat
I swear to God,
you're still burning somewhere inside me.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Some nights
I wake up at 4 am,
with the taste of smoke at the back of my throat
I swear to God,
you're still burning somewhere inside me.
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