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black roses
Oh my God I started smoking again,
Sending tornados to my lungs and drinking way too much coffee.
Going to church on Sundays to wash down the smokey sin with glasses and glasses of wine.
Meet me outside after everyone has left so I can tell you how much I love you and we can blow rose shaped smoke into the naïve sky.
Sending tornados to my lungs and drinking way too much coffee.
Going to church on Sundays to wash down the smokey sin with glasses and glasses of wine.
Meet me outside after everyone has left so I can tell you how much I love you and we can blow rose shaped smoke into the naïve sky.
Published 22nd Jul 2017
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