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Odd, is it not? Our moments, or am i wrong? Drunk moments turned to love? Or lust? How is it that you cannot see, I yearn for stability Yet here you are, Coming and going? What we seek in each other i cannot tell As we speak slurred words of deep thoughts, that turn to passionate touch Odd, is it not? That i want something wrong? Moments of being a drunk, Can it turn to Love?
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Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
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Odd, is it not? Our moments, or am i wrong? Drunk moments turned to love? Or lust? How is it that you cannot see, I yearn for stability Yet here you are, Coming and going? What we seek in each other i cannot tell As we speak slurred words of deep thoughts, that turn to passionate touch Odd, is it not? That i want something wrong? Moments of being a drunk, Can it turn to Love?
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Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
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