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Mar 2019
Your lips need not be red
Nor they be read
I imagine them biting each other to bite mine
I feel them wet
The pure taste of wine

I must give in before I am sober
And before the moment is over
Written by
Farhan Ahmed  M
(M)   
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     Bill Johnston and Fawn
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