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Dec 2011
Sometimes I lick my lips,
pretending it's you with me.
But my tongue is far too rough.
And it doesn't fit in my mouth the way yours did.

You're pretending to know what you want,
so next time you reach for my neck
I'll turn away.
I can't waste my time on moments like these.
Eric Guitian
Written by
Eric Guitian  Miami
(Miami)   
536
   Algernon
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