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Feb 2018
Let me get drunk on your lips
and high in your hands;
hold me as I ride out this curious
combination.
Don’t let my lips get lonely
or my skin grow cold.
We both don’t need forever
only here and right now
shameless alcoholic for your lips
and stoner for your touch
-JRM
Jaimi M
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