Oct 2018
He is not iced tea
He will not leave you cold
He is not bitter coffee
He will not burn your lips
He is lukewarm
The kind of apple cider
You drive far to find
And then drink all at once
He will not leave you cold
He is not bitter coffee
He will not burn your lips
He is lukewarm
The kind of apple cider
You drive far to find
And then drink all at once
(18/F)
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