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Nov 2014
I swear I can still feel the aftermath of your kiss on my tongue,
And it's burning over the smoke that's lingering in my lungs.
I've had some friends give me the idea to try writing under the influence. This was the result.
Alice
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Alice
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   Erenn, ---, Creep and heather leather
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