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Jul 2017
Her lips were red wine
And when their fingers intertwine
He sees her eyes are liquer
Her hair is golden beer
Her voice is smooth as *****
Sober pain will disappear
He got drunk on her
Rosy Rosè cheeks
Didn't dare to spare
A drop of her burning spirits
He was hungover on love
And she made him stay intoxicated
He was an alcoholic
And she was his choice of tonic
Marika
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