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Aug 2015
I only call you when its late at night
Its the only time I want you by side
The only time I've ever called you mine
When I'm doubled down
Between two and one
This feeling is beyond describe
I know that you'll be the death of me
But at least we will both die young
That floating fuzzy blurred vibe
This lingering feeling of being drunk
On your words
Your mouth
Your expedition
Escaping from remission
Towards the lingering taste of your love
Emily Jones
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Emily Jones  25/Cis/NORTH LITTLE ROCK AR
(25/Cis/NORTH LITTLE ROCK AR)   
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