Fragment #1

Merlot

Paisano

It doesn't matter the kind, I'm not as picky about my wine as I am my cigarettes

The pain of losing you still stingsĀ 

And my hands still shake

Shimmering before me, a smile

So familiar my heart breaks againĀ 






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