These ideas came during a drunk walk home.
I like them and will fit them into something or build something around them.
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My lips are still stained
with the memory of her kiss.
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As you restrain my innocence
blindfolding me with re-assurance
your whispers whip me into a frenzy.
While your shallow kisses cut me deep.
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She would be leaving as I went on believing.
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