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Jul 2017
Dark thoughts of his cigarette lips
Fill my daydreams
But then I am pulled back
To your familiar love
I don't deserve you
Or him probably for that matter
As I taste your kiss
All I want is to taste his
Feel his hands on me
Instead of one's I know
Just one taste
Maybe then I won't feel so
Torn
The heart is so **** fickle sometimes
Written by
Alina  F
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