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Feb 2019
This is how we meet:
It's a cocktail party, ****
big baby blue eyes and
the smell of your skin
lingering in every corner.
Out on the country lawn, we all
give whiskey kisses
and blanket smiles.
Tonight I'm lined with teeth and
you're bored out of your mind.
On the radio, a song plays
I just wanna feel something
.
A little doodle.
chichee
Written by
chichee  19/F/Sydney
(19/F/Sydney)   
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   Fawn and Fix
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