Thursday, March 11, 2010
Last cigarette of the night
There something about a cigarette; the way your fingers caress the filter, the way cherry softly glows in the night air, the way the smoke drifts and traces a path of a drunkard like fading footsteps in the sky. It's not all about the nicotine... okay it is mostly about the nicotine.
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