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Your heart was never The same shape as mine And their collision Only caused more pain. I tried not to confuse Liquor with passion Nor convenience with love But your lips tasted so sweet And I longed for the rush That only your touch could induce.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Yearning
Your heart was never The same shape as mine And their collision Only caused more pain. I tried not to confuse Liquor with passion Nor convenience with love But your lips tasted so sweet And I longed for the rush That only your touch could induce.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
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