The way you held
your cigarette,
The way you saw sunrise coming
from the bottom of a whiskey glass;
Only empty bottles,
fallen leaves noticed you;
hint of Winter to
cordial Autumn sun.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
The way you held
your cigarette,
The way you saw sunrise coming
from the bottom of a whiskey glass;
Only empty bottles,
fallen leaves noticed you;
hint of Winter to
cordial Autumn sun.
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