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Is substance abuse that grim: the instant I use you lights dim like they want my muse to trim her figure in darkness-- Blow the candles out with a kiss: show a dancehall how to fill a floor with slow hands-and-all antics while my mind sinks in you-- Take me deep within nirvana: make me sleep in a hug sauna maybe I'd keep in mind on a frigid Friday night-- So bare with me if I overdose: Be there lines that blow over my nose, I care not if they slide me into comatose... The high that is you, an ingenue but of substance, a drug to pursue... **** me with an overdose.
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May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
Substance Abuse
Is substance abuse that grim: the instant I use you lights dim like they want my muse to trim her figure in darkness-- Blow the candles out with a kiss: show a dancehall how to fill a floor with slow hands-and-all antics while my mind sinks in you-- Take me deep within nirvana: make me sleep in a hug sauna maybe I'd keep in mind on a frigid Friday night-- So bare with me if I overdose: Be there lines that blow over my nose, I care not if they slide me into comatose... The high that is you, an ingenue but of substance, a drug to pursue... **** me with an overdose.
wow so edgy maybe im just a little down bad ?
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May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
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