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limbo

skin to skin;
and you know i don't smoke
but darling, i can handle heat.
your cigarette kisses scream a bad-boy cliche,
but your guilty cologne and twisted tongue
prove to me otherwise.
two wrongs don't make a right.
two breaks don't fix a thing.
and two people don't add up to much else.
and even though i'll miss your crooked grin
and your horizon-eyes,
i know you'll stick around.
'cause i wasn't your first and i'm not your last,
but i'm no in-between.



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