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By frozencharlotte Date: 2002 Jun 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.15.19.12.23359]] |
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Firewater in a shot glass, ...you are, A slow trip to the lips Let me sip, Feel your burn slide down The back of my throat, Singe my gut, Toss my head back, Gulp you down. You're brewing like a bad storm circling my soul, Lightning strike me for wanting you to fill this insatiable hole. |