Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
2
cigarettes at midnight
Scribblings from a table at Rue De La Course
Coffee, cigarettes, and traffic
I wish I was carrying cigarettes
My fingers find the well-loved throat they seek
We turn our faces to what the eternal evening brings
The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
Jesus at McDonald's
smoking
He forgets I am my own fierceness; it's not for him
hurdy-gurdy
New Orleans, Louisiana
cigarette
we lived entire summers after midnight
Coffee and Cigarettes
In seventy years, you will breathe my bones
The Gallic Wars Book 2 Chapter 7
Parliament
Salsa
Weird State Laws
October 13, 2005
December 25, 2002
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