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This is repetition. But, this is also being drunk in you over and over again. This is also being high without the weed. What is it about you that makes me go weak in my knees? What felt like a million years ago is now fresh as pasta made from scratch with a hint of neat vodka and on- the-rocks rum mixed together. I am reverbing a slow death with you, so, will you please come and move my ruffled hair from my face and maybe I might not stop you. Can you hold me in a way tha...
