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January 26, 2015

Drip Drip Drip

The Poison On My Lips

The Vibration Of My Thighs

The Steadyness Of Me Strip

Giggles - Chuckles - A Laugh Or Two

Stumble - Rumble

What A Nice Trip

Broken Glasses

Room Spinning

Is The Time Passing ....

By,

I Don't Know Why.

Lost Of Balance

Taste The Floor

Feeling Out Of It

Give Me More

Sweet Lips

Taste The Poison

Drip Drip Drip

Rain Is Pouring

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