in your T-shirt
in this skin you've touched a thousand times
the back of my hand still smells
like your brand
all my memories are of you
you break me down
you've still got pieces of me
in your teeth
I stick my finger in this freshest wound
and my blood tastes like you
you're all over me
you're over me
none of these is the reason why
I am thinking of you
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I like this one. Yes, maybe the alcohol is speaking through me. But then, I seriously doubt it. Maybe I only wish it was the alcohol.
Putting voice to other's emotions is a powerful thing, m'lady, especially since it's the last thing you're thinking of doing.
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