Thursday

cigarette poem.

whiskey, cigarettes and love.
how i will miss the taste of your mouth.
My mind thinks about you every god damn day.
Our time together was short
And spent wisely. We laughed and smiled. Found love together in the art hall. Shared never ending beautiful music. I will never forget the color of your eyes or your car. I hope you find yourself well while reading this poem.

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