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i imagine kissing him would taste like his vanilla tobacco and whiskey; he would taste just like sin. maybe thats why i find myself drowning in my liquor as i start to wish my head was spinning from the gentle graze of his lips instead, not from this cherry-flavored poison I have in hand. you're the poison that i want and not having you will still **** me.
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
my sin, my soul
i imagine kissing him would taste like his vanilla tobacco and whiskey; he would taste just like sin. maybe thats why i find myself drowning in my liquor as i start to wish my head was spinning from the gentle graze of his lips instead, not from this cherry-flavored poison I have in hand. you're the poison that i want and not having you will still **** me.
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
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