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May 2015
I leaned my aching head into the bottle,
Drinking it all in,
Your tongue thirsts for me,
You can't get my name off your lips,
Your hands wrap around my hips,
Telling strangers how beautiful I am,
I'll shove you away,
*******
At
His
Finest
I literally hate showin up to work anymore, just get fired already
Madeysin
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Madeysin  Pa
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