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Sep 2014
This love is a drug. How do I take it? With water or orange juice in the morning? I see you. Handsome with your cocoa smooth skin. It’s like I overdosed you a little. I kept coming back for more. I couldn’t leave you for a day, a minute, a second. I whispered in your ear β€œDo you like drugs to?” Maybe you would see us, heavenly affectionate under dusky skies, holding hands, pearly lights above. The royal violet fragrance in the air. Your love is a drug people should try. When you kissed my blush red lips you tasted of sweet apricot. I saw your attraction sprinting like a race car going for first place. I used to say what I liked about you but since those drugs got to me I expressed what I loved about you. Three, four pills; seven, eight, nine kills. Do I keep going? You make me feel infinite. No pain whatsoever.
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   Kylia
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