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Slow Burn
I reach for the tip
Of a filtered cigarette
And give it a flip
I think of her as I give it a kiss
Lucky Miss Sweet
Let my tongue be the spark
That comes to flame in your heart
Then one day we may depart
Our sad situations with a brand new start
You are the cherry that burns
The ash covered dancer resting in hand
Escaping my reach in plumes of smoke
My love cannot be bought or sold
You need not work for my hand to hold
Take courage, dear, my love is bold
May my name be something written in your soul
And let my words be the pieces to make you whole
Photo Credit: Vito Ferrante
Of a filtered cigarette
And give it a flip
I think of her as I give it a kiss
Lucky Miss Sweet
Let my tongue be the spark
That comes to flame in your heart
Then one day we may depart
Our sad situations with a brand new start
You are the cherry that burns
The ash covered dancer resting in hand
Escaping my reach in plumes of smoke
My love cannot be bought or sold
You need not work for my hand to hold
Take courage, dear, my love is bold
May my name be something written in your soul
And let my words be the pieces to make you whole
Photo Credit: Vito Ferrante
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