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whiskey womb
Longing for the touch and warmth of a whisky whispered smiled I linger at the door,
Reaching for the night air like it will run for me I wish to be out there.
Trapped by my own actions here I sit growing u for them, are u not for me I don’t feel u are?
I feel as if the night as already taken u away from me and u haven’t even a star or felt the moon
Beams on your face.
*i wrote this almost a year ago.
Reaching for the night air like it will run for me I wish to be out there.
Trapped by my own actions here I sit growing u for them, are u not for me I don’t feel u are?
I feel as if the night as already taken u away from me and u haven’t even a star or felt the moon
Beams on your face.
*i wrote this almost a year ago.
Published 6th Sep 2012
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