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Not so much A pull on the cigarette as letting a drift Of smoke be A quiet companion. Not so much an indulgence held as it is lightly felt in the hand. My only baccarat Around a few sips Of lagavulin Not so much a vice as a way to pass some days of sun on the deck alone with pretty lucie.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
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Not so much A pull on the cigarette as letting a drift Of smoke be A quiet companion. Not so much an indulgence held as it is lightly felt in the hand. My only baccarat Around a few sips Of lagavulin Not so much a vice as a way to pass some days of sun on the deck alone with pretty lucie.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
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