I love that first cigarette in the morning. Sitting in my car, the smoke invades my lungs like an old lover knocking on the door. And coming in with the key I gave him eleven months ago and forgot to take back. My need for you in near addiction.
Reason for writing:
Wrote this sitting on my front porch, funny isn't it?
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