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The taste of stale cigarettes On her lips Mixing with the stinging cherry On my own Is a flavor I'll probably never forget Or trade for the world
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Its a mix you won't find in your mothers cookbooks
The taste of stale cigarettes On her lips Mixing with the stinging cherry On my own Is a flavor I'll probably never forget Or trade for the world
MyaLand
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MyaLand
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
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