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As soon as I knocked on your door that night I wished I had the strength to turn and run It was bitter cold for a reason The dents and scuffs across your door were almost like caution tape Warning me of drunken late night battles with your thoughts and with her But the way you looked at me when you opened the door You walked straight to your bedroom and the way you turned so swiftly Your voice so bittersweet, whispering 'come here' with glossy blood shot eyes and a cheshire cat smile I felt the hair stand on the back of my neck as I found myself crawling into your extending arms Your heart was racing, you asked me how it felt and demanded me to stop shaking ****** Pillow talk and strawberry Absolute lips I've wanted this for a long time you said You repeated it with every exhale and clenched my wrists with every inhale I'm still holding on to this moment
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
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As soon as I knocked on your door that night I wished I had the strength to turn and run It was bitter cold for a reason The dents and scuffs across your door were almost like caution tape Warning me of drunken late night battles with your thoughts and with her But the way you looked at me when you opened the door You walked straight to your bedroom and the way you turned so swiftly Your voice so bittersweet, whispering 'come here' with glossy blood shot eyes and a cheshire cat smile I felt the hair stand on the back of my neck as I found myself crawling into your extending arms Your heart was racing, you asked me how it felt and demanded me to stop shaking ****** Pillow talk and strawberry Absolute lips I've wanted this for a long time you said You repeated it with every exhale and clenched my wrists with every inhale I'm still holding on to this moment
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
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