Simi Garewal Topless Scene

Berlin Mild, ethereal



emptied the ashtrays with butts,
one by one, strip it of death.
I say, I think we're smoking too
lately.

You're right, I respond
mouthed another cigarette. We
smoking too
lately.

not even a month will sponsor our
left us forever, became
gray dust, as the trail da
sense of our ashtrays.

We thought her niece was good, but ran
empty your house,
came from afar to be her mink coat. He threw

valuables in a bag
and said goodbye to her widower forever.
memories made with what we do with
butts.

you know? "I say. A man told me today
the library that my arguments were
poetic and ethereal light.

You're right, I said
throwing smoke in the face.
Your arguments are.




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