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Her hair, her heart, graced his face.
Said you'll live to regret her and he did.
Wished for times worse yet better.
Sent storms into his eyes and hell into his dreams as the glass slide down my throat.
Pray for higher thinking to grace my shallow mind. His hand felt good and her liqueur felt good on his mind.
Watched the daylight bring star skies, breathed into you for days.

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