That smell of shampood hair
and fresh perfume
linger in the air
and my mind
Gin has aged your smile a bit
and I can see the hurt in your eyes
but if I may be so bold
you still wear that tanktop well
delibratly my hand linger on yours
as I sell you cigerettes
with exagerated young man politeness
You catch me watching the way you move
in those too tight acid washed jeans
and smile
my appreciation is appreciated
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