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I don't remember when I learned how to speak or even drink Yet, these thirsty lips always run to their words -clinging to each syllable like a child to it's mother But this time it's different I'd whisper how while we kiss but for the first time I have no words. I don't remember the first time I heard your name maybe, I just knew... Funny, it seems these days and long nights its all these love drunk lips are stumbling on. and that's why this time it's different.
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
This time
I don't remember when I learned how to speak or even drink Yet, these thirsty lips always run to their words -clinging to each syllable like a child to it's mother But this time it's different I'd whisper how while we kiss but for the first time I have no words. I don't remember the first time I heard your name maybe, I just knew... Funny, it seems these days and long nights its all these love drunk lips are stumbling on. and that's why this time it's different.
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
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