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you are the cigarette i pull out of the box every other evening after fourty-six and five thousand strides, three underpasses and one last pedestrian crossing as with the cigarette, i look forward to you, look forward to the high derived from the very presence of you of your enigmatic entity misting through my lungs like a sick, heady liaison akin to that of beer and smoke but as with it which stubs out before the junction of bartley relinquishes within me a curt perspiration, a heightened vision you ravel my walk, desiccate my lips, augment a melancholy that after muddy fields and an overhead bridge initiates yet another discretion away from blurry headlights as with the two sticks, tuesday and friday five~, but only in selected amity you leave traces of tobacco and filter paper grinding between my newly dentalised set as the zephyrs of the monsoon season **** against the spark the bitter aftertaste of something so wrong, accompanied by the warmth in cold of something so right
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
daily habit
you are the cigarette i pull out of the box every other evening after fourty-six and five thousand strides, three underpasses and one last pedestrian crossing as with the cigarette, i look forward to you, look forward to the high derived from the very presence of you of your enigmatic entity misting through my lungs like a sick, heady liaison akin to that of beer and smoke but as with it which stubs out before the junction of bartley relinquishes within me a curt perspiration, a heightened vision you ravel my walk, desiccate my lips, augment a melancholy that after muddy fields and an overhead bridge initiates yet another discretion away from blurry headlights as with the two sticks, tuesday and friday five~, but only in selected amity you leave traces of tobacco and filter paper grinding between my newly dentalised set as the zephyrs of the monsoon season **** against the spark the bitter aftertaste of something so wrong, accompanied by the warmth in cold of something so right
ohdarlingbabe
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
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