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voice in whispered tone like breathy saxophone I hold a longing moan within fingers through my strands ruin all my plans the way your calloused hands grip skin lips that taste like truth of gin and dry vermouth pierced by sinking tooth and sin I memorize your face as I fade from this place forgetting all that time and space has been
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
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voice in whispered tone like breathy saxophone I hold a longing moan within fingers through my strands ruin all my plans the way your calloused hands grip skin lips that taste like truth of gin and dry vermouth pierced by sinking tooth and sin I memorize your face as I fade from this place forgetting all that time and space has been
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
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