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tequila is for singles
suck the venom off the lemon before this song is over!that night i spent entangled in gentrified geography was the fantasy i could have never imagined coming to life. a head on my shoulder, an arm entwined with mine in front of the bartender. success after simmering in small talk and shy sightings in between restroom run-ins. i had learned to take my spirits neat; to bask in the warmth it shoots down the throat, to soak in the burn and the bitterness that spread as violently as seafoam on the shore –but i had always liked them on the rocks, with the placebo sweetness from the chill, like the honey my tongue has never stopped craving –neat it is, then. i look around everyone else's glasses. i used to take it on the rocks too! i used to take it on the rocks too! did you know i used to take it on the rocks too? but neat is for refined taste, for those who want to stay a little longer on the dance floor...the liquor will never be as strong as it was the first time around.suck the venom off the lemon before this song is over! the taste will always be more vivid in the apparitions present in imaginations, more putrid in bottles on shelves heights away...i'm out here licking the salt i've rubbed deep in my wounds right after. sorry. the liquor will never be as strong as it was the first time around.
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