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It's such the contradiction the way you make me feel like the earth has drunk the whiskey, the sun's sober spill. Tilted on my axis, weaker in my knees I don't exactly grasp the spell you put on me. You sedate me oh so smoothly, like ***** in a glass, My morning mug of coffee, you keep me clear, fast. like clockwork, your lips find mine, and my heart is in your hand sober and intoxicated just like you had planned
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Soberly Intoxicated
It's such the contradiction the way you make me feel like the earth has drunk the whiskey, the sun's sober spill. Tilted on my axis, weaker in my knees I don't exactly grasp the spell you put on me. You sedate me oh so smoothly, like ***** in a glass, My morning mug of coffee, you keep me clear, fast. like clockwork, your lips find mine, and my heart is in your hand sober and intoxicated just like you had planned
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Apr 16, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
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