Sweeney's head falls to one side as he studies his cigarette and taps his ash. He searches for the words, and when he finds them, they're given easily enough.
"Wantin' ta get lost in burnin' whiskey and sweet warmth of you wrapped around me. Cravin' too many moments of selfish bliss and sweat and welted skin."
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Date: 2021-09-30 11:48 pm (UTC)"Wantin' ta get lost in burnin' whiskey and sweet warmth of you wrapped around me. Cravin' too many moments of selfish bliss and sweat and welted skin."
Like wanting to not be the rest of what I am.