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Sep 2015
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.
Written by
Escalus  Thomaston, Georgia.
(Thomaston, Georgia.)   
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