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my fingertips are warm... like i dipped them into a hot bath or ran them under a heated faucet like you took them between your hands and absorbed their chill but you are not here and they are warm from the tequila
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
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my fingertips are warm... like i dipped them into a hot bath or ran them under a heated faucet like you took them between your hands and absorbed their chill but you are not here and they are warm from the tequila
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
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