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Jun 2014
and you told me it was killing you,
it had been killing you
to stand next to me all day
and not even get to touch my lips
so you sat in my passenger seat after we dropped everyone else off at their doors and asked me not to take you home yet.
"Please," you said
and how could I ever resist
"i was starting to die from it"
is this real, you make me feel real
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   jude rigor, mads and ---
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