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Oct 2020
I can't help but to think about the way your lips tasted that night
Cigarette tainted with a hint of sugar
Your teeth sank into my lips, it felt like poetry itself
Tongues twisted like jump ropes while the moon watched
I had nearly forgotten that would be the last time I got to dance with the devil
Amber
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