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Feb 2015
Liquor
Your lips tasted like liquor
and I was in a drunken abyss.
I took sips that turned into swigs,
and soon enough,
I was intoxicated.
The only difference,
between me and the other drunks;
I knew what I wanted.
You, with you lips of alcohol
and your scent of *******.
And I was addicted
to your body
as your arms encircle me
in a little cage,
on Cloud 9.
Ashita
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Ashita  Earth
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