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i think we should put sugar on our
lips,
and kiss.

kiss until your hands
reach my hips,
and the alcohol begins to kick.

running my hands through
curly brown hair,
and fumbling around with a dare.

under glowing red lights and butterflies,
wishing;
oh please just be mine.

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