

fucktorrid summer air so thick you could choke on it, half-smiled stories were painted of bedbugs and hidden monsters. you and i, we're sinners, we're dashboard lovers who soak in the lights of the city and speedometer. our skin turns blue in the night; we are fiction.fuck
knocking back drinks hours before, you stopped the glass on its way to my lips, and you wore a curl in yours as you said, nobody drinks gin anymore.
when the car's clock hit eleven, your hands knew too much about me. the car was suddenly so small, and every shadow aro
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Really.
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they call it a wasteland, baby
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"Can you feel it? The water curtain, silken smooth that teases and escapes, but does not quench the thirst only by drinking it?"
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Transfer of AIDS: semen, vaginal, prememinal fluid, blood, and breast milk
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"Can you feel it? The water curtain, silken smooth that teases and escapes, but does not quench the thirst only by drinking it?"
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Transfer of AIDS: semen, vaginal, prememinal fluid, blood, and breast milk
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"Can you feel it? The water curtain, silken smooth that teases and escapes, but does not quench the thirst only by drinking it?"
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they call it a wasteland, baby
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