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22. Lips touch

sat in the back of the car
lips are touching
hearts are breaking
it's like the calm before a storm
danger looming
lips are soft
like vanilla
mixed with scotch
a little too much alcohol
one more pill won't hurt
he isn't coming back
after this
one last, final kiss
heart is broken
but so is my mind
you swallow me whole
but I'll still love you blind

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