Cigarettes and wine

ben bruce

He is made of cigarettes and wine, broken glass and summer sunshine. Cracks of light peer through his soul. But his head’s full of the darkness he stole. He’s a taker, a giver; he makes her legs quiver. A bad boy with good intentions, an ashtray full of apprehension. Someday he’ll right all his wrongs. For now, he’ll dance with danger to his favorite song.

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