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In a dark room
The cold glass feels good on my lips. 
I think it's my friend, but it's not. It's like an errant lover that stays too long after you've had sex. You hate them but you love them too, and even in your dismay you know that they'll be back. In a dark room The cold glass feels good on my lips. I think it's my friend, but it's not. It's like an errant lover that stays too long after you've had sex. You hate them but you love them too, and even in your dismay you know that they'll be back.
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