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Nov 2017
The taste of the alcohol in your small sips
Wiped away my chapped lips
Arguing for innocence
Both guilty as eachother on our sins
Both creatures we know oh so well
We were warm until we went to hell
Can you tell me how this downfall began?
Cause, I know we didn’t have a plan
How long can we make this last?
Let’s play a game and pretend we don’t have a past
Vinnie Brown
Written by
Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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     kim, Vivi Greene and Toriana
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