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Cynosure pt. 2

by quan

I do drugs everyday To keep the memory tied to the dock With tangled ropes and threatening weather "There's a storm rolling in." But I would never find you Unless I was sober Because when I think about the way Your tongue tasted with mine I get high anyways And how your flesh feels When it combines with mine My core becomes numb And how your smile Lit up my bedroom for the first time all year I missed it later that night When the light switch refused to work You bring me something That I've never seen before You have the key to a door That I've been trying to open all my life And for the first time I'm not scared to fall I am only afraid That I will not be caught
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