Empty As you left I laid my head upon the dock... Then I smothered out my cigarette... On your empty bottle top... Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related February 19, 2021October 26, 2022 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: But sometimes I do it anyways, Cigarettes are bad, fucked, Lonely, Poetry, You 1 Comment
smoking is injurious to health and…. so is love…
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