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Feb 2014
Have you ever taken a sip of strong liqueur?

Felt the way it burns your lips
Seers at the back of your throat
Leaving a dull flame pulsing in your heart
Your breath comes out as embers

You see
What I'm getting at is
You are my liqueur
And I'm an alcoholic.
"Castilleja" is a flower, bright red and outstandingly beautiful, its common name is "Indian Paintbrush"
Earthchild
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Earthchild
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