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Feb 2019
Cigarette, marionette, put it between my lips and play pretend. Pretend to call me, or to care whether or not I got home safe tonight. Too many words so TIGHT between those lips, wet enough to lubricate every lie that drips like honey onto my ****.

Make me feel real tonight baby.
Written by
Madeysin  Pa
     Jules and Madeysin
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