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Cyanide and Coffee Mornings
Does she taste like me?
I hope she does
I hope every time
Your tongues touch
You're mind hurtles back to me
so fast it's like a slap to the face
and you're holding her
and you're thinking of me
and you want me
and I'm gone
I hope she does
I hope every time
Your tongues touch
You're mind hurtles back to me
so fast it's like a slap to the face
and you're holding her
and you're thinking of me
and you want me
and I'm gone
Published 30th May 2014
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