Drink me in,
like you did your whiskey tonight. Tell me I'm yours, let's fall in love right. My body, your blank canvas, welcomes the strokes of your hands; to make me your masterpiece, and take me to far away lands. Where the clouds are in hiding, where the air is just right, no chance of interruption, when I look into your eyes, so. Drink me in, and hold me tight. Tell me I'm yours, let's fall in love right. So, drink me in, like your whiskey tonight. Drink me in, drink me, in.
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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