twenty 9th- Cigarette
I had cigarette and she gave the fire
And with each sibilant puff of "her"
I was dying literally and metaphorically.
Her the metaphor.
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I had cigarette and she gave the fire
And with each sibilant puff of "her"
I was dying literally and metaphorically.
Her the metaphor.
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