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The potency froths the glass in ghostly embers. Rectifying a suppressed kiss. Liquid's juicy lubrication sweats as the icy voice asks, refill my void. Fingernails cling like thorns to skin. Waterlogged and fogged, my footsteps fall, sloppy little domino. Mindful thoughts yank at drunk appendages. One too many benders, far too many hands. Awake, the memory kaleidoscopes. Pieces unmatched. Strange images fade, meshed in sheets. evidence stains.
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
Ashes of Last Night
The potency froths the glass in ghostly embers. Rectifying a suppressed kiss. Liquid's juicy lubrication sweats as the icy voice asks, refill my void. Fingernails cling like thorns to skin. Waterlogged and fogged, my footsteps fall, sloppy little domino. Mindful thoughts yank at drunk appendages. One too many benders, far too many hands. Awake, the memory kaleidoscopes. Pieces unmatched. Strange images fade, meshed in sheets. evidence stains.
Lahkeesha
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36/F/Wisconsin
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
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