The Cigarette Diaries

Advertisements I’m feeling inspired and a little wired, Got me feeling this fire, Light a cigarette until my lungs expire, Why retire I been high off life, witness the poetry of a cigarette, she ain’t a hoe she intimate, commies taste like liquorice, her pussy all tickelish, 1960s syndicate sipping rum, writing diaries filled withContinue reading “The Cigarette Diaries”

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