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debussy softly playing in a dimly-lit room i am watching the vinyl as it spins and i can feel my head doing the same only faster my hair smells like peach and smoke and you look like a hazy dream in your white shirt mumbling about how we should've went to that play instead of drinking because we'd be sick in the morning but you pour more alcohol into your glass and into mine now all i taste is honey as i get drunker and my giggles get louder, smiles wider and hands braver and maybe you're right we should've just dressed nicely and went to watch ******* beowulf instead of playing russian roulette because the bullet is supposed to bury into my head so why does it feel like a cannon ball into my heart every time you touch me and smile
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Lady of Perpetual Bad Decisions
debussy softly playing in a dimly-lit room i am watching the vinyl as it spins and i can feel my head doing the same only faster my hair smells like peach and smoke and you look like a hazy dream in your white shirt mumbling about how we should've went to that play instead of drinking because we'd be sick in the morning but you pour more alcohol into your glass and into mine now all i taste is honey as i get drunker and my giggles get louder, smiles wider and hands braver and maybe you're right we should've just dressed nicely and went to watch ******* beowulf instead of playing russian roulette because the bullet is supposed to bury into my head so why does it feel like a cannon ball into my heart every time you touch me and smile
--- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0kFqbg7VEw --
nyssa
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
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