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Jan 2019
like alcohol, my touch drips
like liquid, unto your lips
the burn, the sting
the tingling
our sighs, sorrows
intermingling
and just when you start to
savor me
i'll put an end to your
ecstasy
i'll vape away
fade away
dissolve... letting the stains stay.
i hate the temporary nature of things, and the stain and the pain left by them in our brain.
Crossbow
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Crossbow  16/F
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