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His voice was like venom wrapped in liquid gold
And he smelled of coffee and cigarettes.
“ You know Maryalice some people smoke because they feel dead,” he would say. “I smoke because I want to be.”
And his eyes sparkled like broken stars.
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Coffee And Cigarettes
PoetryHe was a boy who liked smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. She was a girl who liked the smell.
