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One drag left.
Smeared with 'Crushed Velvet # 34'.
Her years of solitude are numbered with each slow pull of air through tobacco leaves and charred southern growth.
Her lips are swollen with Bourbon.
With the same casual flick she uses to count away another decade she's rolling another. Her fingertips are soft and sharp, careful and earnest. She's licking the edge and folding it over, like it's someone she knows. Like it's someone she can taste.
.Just a Start.
.Under Construction.
Smeared with 'Crushed Velvet # 34'.
Her years of solitude are numbered with each slow pull of air through tobacco leaves and charred southern growth.
Her lips are swollen with Bourbon.
With the same casual flick she uses to count away another decade she's rolling another. Her fingertips are soft and sharp, careful and earnest. She's licking the edge and folding it over, like it's someone she knows. Like it's someone she can taste.
.Just a Start.
.Under Construction.