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the aftertaste of you
love it when the rain pours down on my rear stained face, you’re not around
love it when your hands make no sound, but you do
love it when the air feels so cold, and your wrap your hands on my throat, love it when you don’t take me serious, seriously
.
am i only a body of water to you
am i only a bottle of the finest perfumes
do you drink me like whiskey, do you know how to
i am aged to perfection, but my wounds are brand new
.
my bandaids are made of silk
the cotton is made of something found only in my dreams
wilted petals cover my eyes when i sleep
.
funny how you think so highly of yourself when you breathe
coz you know you’re full of shit that nobody can see
© Fae 💕
love it when your hands make no sound, but you do
love it when the air feels so cold, and your wrap your hands on my throat, love it when you don’t take me serious, seriously
.
am i only a body of water to you
am i only a bottle of the finest perfumes
do you drink me like whiskey, do you know how to
i am aged to perfection, but my wounds are brand new
.
my bandaids are made of silk
the cotton is made of something found only in my dreams
wilted petals cover my eyes when i sleep
.
funny how you think so highly of yourself when you breathe
coz you know you’re full of shit that nobody can see
© Fae 💕
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