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inadvertence; rewind
make no mistake
my palms still sweat
remembering
the way your
throat tastes
we got to the part
I rode your face
like a reset button
just to feel
(anything)
alive
and I almost
felt
good
watching you
get away ...
but hope is
for pussies
and dead girls
don't feel
past the
empty ache
in their
everywhere
but
make
no
mistake
my palms still sweat
remembering
the way your
throat tastes
like me
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