High on linguistics. Nigh to your lips is, twisted and twined, just want to kiss it, make sure it sticks, its... Baby, your tongue makes me crazy. Your words make me hazy, this smoke filled space between us, filled with mystery and you don't mean stuff. Don't leave it at "maybe", don't leave me, don't save me. I'm seething, I'm drowning, I'm
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