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Nov 2013
the day turned into honey
my lungs filled with its sweet taste

and my heart beat fell
i couldnt see around myself

i am stuck...
stuck...
on your skin

the taste doesnt leave the back of my mouth
and thickness doent leave my eyes

wash me down
wash me down

now...
your maple honey skin
is drowning me
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