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Apr 2014
Alcohol fills my belly again.
You haven’t kissed me once tonight.
I wish i had more
To pour
Down my throat.
Your hands are reserved for her hips;
Your lips on HER lips.
Fifty spears piercing my heart.
But i will settle for waking up where you are
Cassidy Chambers
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Cassidy Chambers  United States
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