in my dreams I look down from my mansion, as the night air kisses my lips, people walk by, yes, they want my attention, it's midnight in my dream, and I wear sunglasses, smoke cigerettes, one after the other, in my dreams cigerettes are healthy, and the whiskey I sip quenches my thirst, drunkeness... Sign in to see full entry.
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