40. fine wine
Old and fermented tastes the best
that's why you like my nightmares rotten
so that my tears can taste like priceless wine.
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Burnt cigarette butts line up your tongue
Cold whiskey set your throat on fire
The glitter on my lips was the spice
And oh, my lips were a loaded gun, and my kiss shot your lemonade lies.
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