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nothing feels better than your kisses in my lungs. hints of death kindling the fires, embers glistening, cutting wires. An acquired pain, she'll do, just for now. lies, I tell myself just to make it through the days. nothing feels better than your kisses in my lungs. hints of death kindling the fires, embers glistening, cutting wires. An acquired pain, she'll do, just for now. lies, I tell myself just to make it through the days.
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