Your mouth tastes of cigar and sorrow, I like the way my name sounds on your lips. But your smile will fade come morrow. It is wintry and I am lonely, Please come back. Your mouth tastes of cigar and sorrow, I like the way you hold me, Even when I know it is all a ruse – a bleeding arrow. For you still envisage her when you bed me. Your mouth tastes of cigar and sorrow, I like the way you touch me, So coldly, like the dead wings of a sparrow, And I have begun to crave your warmth. Your mouth tastes of cigar and sorrow, I do not like the way you left me without a second glance, After your soft
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