He is a liquor, he weakens my heart.
Blame it to liquor.
He clouds my judgement.
Oh. I'm tipsy.
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The Wanderer
Poetry"Part of me wants to love you recklessly. Surrender every piece of cells in my body." These are my heart and thoughts. -PrimroseRed
l.i.q.u.o.r
He is a liquor, he weakens my heart.
Blame it to liquor.
He clouds my judgement.
Oh. I'm tipsy.
