shadows and smoke
cigarettes and cynicism
i want to love like a film
noir without the inevitable
lung cancer
i have a collection of hats
you have mystery hanging
about you like you've bathed
in chanel no 5 and i'm
its junkie
i'm not an ex-cop or
blood diamond dangerous
at best i'm a hazard
like wearing a dressing gown
on the toilet
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