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there's something holy in the way your lips curl into a smile as you tell a lie. broken promises dripping off your honeyed tongue- smooth and sticky, i swallow them. they burn my throat on the way down.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
the girl is a god
there's something holy in the way your lips curl into a smile as you tell a lie. broken promises dripping off your honeyed tongue- smooth and sticky, i swallow them. they burn my throat on the way down.
spirit-sylph
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
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