A sweet departure of wine soaked kisses
haunts the swirls of my smoke
of Kamel Reds in my clandestine hours.
There's one more vice I should have.
It might be the death of me
There's only one horse
painted black
on this carousel by the sea.
Tell me that you love me again,
as you run your hand through my hair;
remind me we are fighting the good fight
over throw me again with a stare.
A sweet goodnight sealed with a kiss
Her eyes were trying to say more,
we both felt the impact...
I left the car and walked to my door.
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