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I can remember the way touch feels I can feel you tracing my spine I can feel the hot water from a shower The sweet kiss of a lover on my breast Fingertips skating down my body. That song connected me to that night Scolding hot water The burning caress of burbon over my cuts Tile so cold growing into my flesh the pulsating water from that song Now summer in a new place Rocking myself into a lull For real this time That song cam on Eyes closed unable to open as if cement was poured between the lids For reals it brought me back I felt the water I felt the tile I felt the steak knif all over my arms Every new tune I played with the strings I made from my own pelt I felt every taste of steel Burbon running from chin to chest splashing on my new soon to be scars Cracking my eyes open Small smirk on my face Sick twist I love every second of that memory.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
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I can remember the way touch feels I can feel you tracing my spine I can feel the hot water from a shower The sweet kiss of a lover on my breast Fingertips skating down my body. That song connected me to that night Scolding hot water The burning caress of burbon over my cuts Tile so cold growing into my flesh the pulsating water from that song Now summer in a new place Rocking myself into a lull For real this time That song cam on Eyes closed unable to open as if cement was poured between the lids For reals it brought me back I felt the water I felt the tile I felt the steak knif all over my arms Every new tune I played with the strings I made from my own pelt I felt every taste of steel Burbon running from chin to chest splashing on my new soon to be scars Cracking my eyes open Small smirk on my face Sick twist I love every second of that memory.
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Wide-eyed
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
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