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For a moment I was Cruella DeVille. ****          Sultry                     Sophisticated. This time is wasn't your scent that lingered In my hair,                   on my clothes,                                           on my breath. I left it there. I want you to notice,                                    to comment,                                                          to realize that you have no power over me. Not now. You can, but you won't. Not now. Perhaps later when your bitterness doesn't envelop me, Like now. At least this cigar isn't bitter. In fact, it's sweet.
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
I was mad at you, so I smoked a cigar.
For a moment I was Cruella DeVille. ****          Sultry                     Sophisticated. This time is wasn't your scent that lingered In my hair,                   on my clothes,                                           on my breath. I left it there. I want you to notice,                                    to comment,                                                          to realize that you have no power over me. Not now. You can, but you won't. Not now. Perhaps later when your bitterness doesn't envelop me, Like now. At least this cigar isn't bitter. In fact, it's sweet.
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
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