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Against lips
Taste of bitterness, rich Sparks, opening stars

Falling pretty hard
Big, brown eyes Perfect stretch Two rose petal lips I wish were mine Oh, how I keen Every single night Breath cut off, paralyzed Struggling, thoughts in my head Some kind of rude creation Banned, Stranded, Lost <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Letters scripted, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vertical line <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Horizontal line rests on top <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zero