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These days my lips are pressed against the rim of a shot glass, and a burning sensation is lingering in my throat... So that the memories of you aren't pressing in my head, and a searing fire isn't usurping my heart.
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
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These days my lips are pressed against the rim of a shot glass, and a burning sensation is lingering in my throat... So that the memories of you aren't pressing in my head, and a searing fire isn't usurping my heart.
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
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