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Smoke Not The Truth
A faint redolence of cigar smoke
hung on his clothes.
Did he run the errands at midnight?
In the hazy eyes, the loath.
To caress not, the place,
a guilt on the lips;
which spoke not in sooth,
And heard...
hung on his clothes.
Did he run the errands at midnight?
In the hazy eyes, the loath.
To caress not, the place,
a guilt on the lips;
which spoke not in sooth,
And heard...
