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Your voice is like liquor
Each whisper makes me drunk
Each word has me reaching for another shot
Pour me a round
I don't need the hang over
Please
Please keep me drunk
Your smile is cocaine
Each time I see it I am high
Each upturned lip like the burn of uncut
Chop another rail
I don't need the comedown
Please
Please keep me high
Your touch is a cancer
Each caress explodes and smothers my being
Each wandering finger leaves its mark
Reach to me again
I don't need the health
Please
Please keep me malignant
You are every vice
That kills
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