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I can still feel your hot breath soaking through my detangled hair when we embraced for the last time and I still have that gross popeye tshirt buried underneath my bed, tucked away in the back and I can still feel my agitated cheeks ocassionally scraping along your face and I can still taste the salt in my mouth from when I knew that was going to be the last time and I still have our last goodbye teetering on the tip of my tongue, licking my way to the core. CVT
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
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I can still feel your hot breath soaking through my detangled hair when we embraced for the last time and I still have that gross popeye tshirt buried underneath my bed, tucked away in the back and I can still feel my agitated cheeks ocassionally scraping along your face and I can still taste the salt in my mouth from when I knew that was going to be the last time and I still have our last goodbye teetering on the tip of my tongue, licking my way to the core. CVT
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
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