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Nov 2016
My mouth waters when I think of you,
My tongue is blanketed with the taste of mud.
I bite my lip to **** the taste,
And coat my mouth in blood.

Couldn't we just leave things the way they were,
I just want you coursing through my veins,
But no one understands My ******* thirst,
For such enlightening pains.
Aaron Reisinger
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Aaron Reisinger
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