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The sighs that roll off my chest would be useful if they were into your neck. I'm not a smoker, but your touch is like pure nicotine and I sizzle like a dying cigarette. The ocean hanging on the wall is nothing like the ocean in your eyes. The shore is battered and eroded with the heavy waves that caused the warning signs. I ignored them. The sound of your breath is better than any sleeping pill, but with twice the risk. The labels would be the same. Don't take in excess. The result could be just as fatal.
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Don't Take in Excess
The sighs that roll off my chest would be useful if they were into your neck. I'm not a smoker, but your touch is like pure nicotine and I sizzle like a dying cigarette. The ocean hanging on the wall is nothing like the ocean in your eyes. The shore is battered and eroded with the heavy waves that caused the warning signs. I ignored them. The sound of your breath is better than any sleeping pill, but with twice the risk. The labels would be the same. Don't take in excess. The result could be just as fatal.
zachn
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
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