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Strawberries and cigarettes ||captioned|| A puff

Strawberries and cigarettes 
||captioned|| A puff of life and it choked me on my tears. For it added a new dimension to my lovely nights. All I thought it was better with nicotine and toxic whiff. Then I met you.
I chuckled when you cried and smashed the cigar into the ashtray. That was the first time when I eyed you with not-so-friendly intentions. It was something I did feel before but at this hour it felt more calming than burning inside.

'I stared at your lips and it already felt like a kiss. From the end of that day, Strawberries after cigarettes reminded me of you. Rings of smoke remnant into hazy hearts. The pink of your apple cheeks, freckles of your face would I wish to call upon in December, from light to night'

:Inspiration derived from the song Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan.

**Did you ever taste strawberries after cigarettes? ;)
Strawberries and cigarettes 
||captioned|| A puff of life and it choked me on my tears. For it added a new dimension to my lovely nights. All I thought it was better with nicotine and toxic whiff. Then I met you.
I chuckled when you cried and smashed the cigar into the ashtray. That was the first time when I eyed you with not-so-friendly intentions. It was something I did feel before but at this hour it felt more calming than burning inside.

'I stared at your lips and it already felt like a kiss. From the end of that day, Strawberries after cigarettes reminded me of you. Rings of smoke remnant into hazy hearts. The pink of your apple cheeks, freckles of your face would I wish to call upon in December, from light to night'

:Inspiration derived from the song Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan.

**Did you ever taste strawberries after cigarettes? ;)