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Nov 2019
Turn out the lights
You’re still hot liquor in my throat
Make me ***** in an hour I love you
Need to be drunk, need you, NEED YOU-
(Utter alone, no family, an adult is.)
I hate how you taste in my mouth I hope we die.
You sound like carousel music in July, my whole body is warm my hair is standing on end, I worship your body, I kiss your lips, comfort me, come to me, come for me, that.
William D Hearns
Written by
William D Hearns  Florida
(Florida)   
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