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Tangy sweetness of whiskey sour
Wafts in cyclones of pheromones
God like urges to create
Beauty, moans of worship
Gathering of souls
Tangy sweetness of whiskey sour
Wafts in cyclones of pheromones
God like urges to create
Beauty, moans of worship
Gathering of souls
It feels like flushed cheeks and pulsating jawbones It feels empty It feels like blood rapidly popping as it travels from heart It feels like nothing It feels like under/over eating It feels like a vo
The anxiety makes the stomach flip The depression makes the limbs heavy The tug and pull Is overwhelming and nauseating Gags Short breaths Teeth chattering Big sighs as tears roll down