Bottle That



Kissing you with blood between my teeth

Purple lips dotted with black bruises

There wasn't one part that remained unscathed

The violence and lover in me, remained unfazed

Peach white tea and icy stunned tongues

But I was boiling beneath this skin

Carpet burn peeking through my ripped jeans

It was a distinct dialect of devilish

Too bad we could bottle that without the decimation.

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The distinct dialect of devilish...violence and peach white tea Intiquing write

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thank you ;)

thank you ;)

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Cool Consonance

Those devilish repeated d's.  :) slc



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Cool Consonance

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