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by Sarah GeorgeYou're like black pepper potato chips and a sixty dollar bottle of rum.
You're my Facebook news feed at 3 am.
You're a whole box of coconut ice cream bars, rolled in almonds.
Because this probably isn't healthy, and I'm not going to feel good about myself in the morning,
But it's everything I want. 08/19/2016 Posted on 08/21/2016
Copyright © 2024 Sarah George
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| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 08/23/16 at 08:27 PM Oh that feel -- it's not regret, it's just that knowing you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, but there's comfort in it... I like! |
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