I keep waking up every day with the same bad taste of you in my mouth. And even with all the alcohol I couldn't wash it out.
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
Bad taste.
I keep waking up every day with the same bad taste of you in my mouth. And even with all the alcohol I couldn't wash it out.
