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Dec 2013
Get out of my mouth
Cold night air, the calm before the storm
I haven't had a taste of you in ages
What brings it on?
I want to claw you out
Rub til tears
Taste someone new, yet
I'm
Either empty
Or remember you
Regine Howl
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Regine Howl
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