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Nicotine It was only supposed to be a tiny, miniscule taste but love had other ideas. You are a cloudless sky in my clouded mind, In the end, I'm always craving you. You ever get that feeling that repeats, like abstinence from nicotine? You ever get that feeling of wanting to be numbed into bliss, risking narrowed veins and arteries for just one mind-silencing kiss? I'll let passion sear my heart and won't hear what my insecurities love to whisper into my abused ears; I can polarize what's blurred and what's clear.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
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Nicotine It was only supposed to be a tiny, miniscule taste but love had other ideas. You are a cloudless sky in my clouded mind, In the end, I'm always craving you. You ever get that feeling that repeats, like abstinence from nicotine? You ever get that feeling of wanting to be numbed into bliss, risking narrowed veins and arteries for just one mind-silencing kiss? I'll let passion sear my heart and won't hear what my insecurities love to whisper into my abused ears; I can polarize what's blurred and what's clear.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
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