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Aug 2014
There’s a difference between
A rushed drunken collision on a futon
Restless hands companied by eager lips

And when you told me that you lived for people too
and I couldn’t keep the words “kiss me”
from spilling out of my jaw.

You really ****** me over with this brand new feeling
because now drunk hands can’t possibly fill
that bittersweet void you opened.
(i miss you)
Melanie Melon
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Melanie Melon
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