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place our withered halves on the juicer and squeeze squeeze squeeze until they get out all that's left of you me city life can make you old fruit the only good part left the juice distilled and we drank the juice of each other and were happy bitter like grapefuit but so much sweeter than coffee i miss the way you used to squeeze the life out of me to drink up every last drop where just the sight of me could make you smile yes, i miss being loved like that every last drop bitter |
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