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My citrus hands Brush against floured jeans It’s one am I’m a little delirious A lot drunk And find myself Making lemon bars Your favorite dessert Hoping familiar taste Will bridge the distance Lemon custard filling the gap in my heart.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
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My citrus hands Brush against floured jeans It’s one am I’m a little delirious A lot drunk And find myself Making lemon bars Your favorite dessert Hoping familiar taste Will bridge the distance Lemon custard filling the gap in my heart.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
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