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my lighter ran out of gas so I lit my cigarette on the stove. I was saving this light for you and your pesto pasta, still in its *** it won't get wrapped up with the care with which I wrap my nicotine but it'll be wrapped and waiting for you like I always do till I've no more rizlas or love left to give unreturned and as my *** embers out and I go to light another tick tick tick I know, you're worse for me than this packaged love
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
chain smoking
my lighter ran out of gas so I lit my cigarette on the stove. I was saving this light for you and your pesto pasta, still in its *** it won't get wrapped up with the care with which I wrap my nicotine but it'll be wrapped and waiting for you like I always do till I've no more rizlas or love left to give unreturned and as my *** embers out and I go to light another tick tick tick I know, you're worse for me than this packaged love
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18/F/the moon
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
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