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Mar 2018
I kissed your lips laced with alcohol
and tasted the sweet sensation of
Nothingness and Regret.
The everlasting touch
that would release me from you.
Yet for some odd reason,
I still wanted more.
DW
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DW  20/F
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     Jo Barber and Dylan James Currier
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