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 Oct 2016 Lily Taylor
Adam Mott
Old fashioned backseat
Nostalgia, I'll sell you a feeling
Cigarettes and fast times
All of the flavours fleeting

As complicated as simplicity
Ubiquitous oxymorons
Dancing between tide markers
While we stand beneath the summer sun
Upon the docks upon the sea
Just another memory

I'll sell you some meaning
If you share this bleeding
Even at cost
Just to taste old feelings
In this tumultuous time
Just a time in a place under a glassy sky
jean grey
Red top on a white dress
My baby with the long legs
I kissed her with such passion
And she kissed back with clear abandon
My baby, my baby
Seeing the world through her eyes, nothing feels better
Ride on top of me, I’ll let you ride to wherever if you let me ride you whenever
This is not love. Its pure addiction.
Check my bio to feel the full expression. wolf

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