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Malboro Golds
"You tear me open like your most recent pack of Malboro Golds,
and that's when I know I'm yours.
You savour my speech with every addictive inhale
one after another
but eventually I run out of the spark you lit and the smoke blows away
so you crumple up your Malboro Golds and throw the pack away.
I know you'll come back. They do say love is it's own addiction"
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Sleeping angel at the Highgate Cemetery, United Kingdom
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