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It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I'd envision his face.…

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So take the photographs and still frames in your mind, hang it on a shelf in good health and good time. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial for what it's worth, it was worth all the while.Amazing cover by: @freaklowden…

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I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?Amazing cover by: @freaklowden…