The combination of rye and cigarettes made me think of the way your mouth tasted. Memories and thoughts of how delicious it was flowed though my mind, even though the pumping beats in the background were consuming my ears. That taste will always bring me back to you. Though I want nothing more from you, I can't help but miss it. And despise it
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honest.
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