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My heart is a distillery of moments.
Every day I spent with you
Will ferment inside me,
Until I can pour nostalgia into a glass And get intoxicated by the memories
Of sunbeams and laughter.
Of storms and stories exchanged.
Of my hands in your hair
And your face in my neck.
I’m not sure if it’s blood,
Or love coursing through my veins,
But I feel warm.
To be addicted to the past is far more dangerous
Than any poison I could swallow,
And I know I’ll never quit.
I don’t drink to forget; I drink to remember. (via attuition)
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