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[isitandwonder]

She's got a couple down,
swigging beers & making love to her camel turkish royals,
the CD keeps skipping, but she pretends not to notice & keeps dancing;
& drinking & making love..until she loses herself.
She likes to dream, she's a dreamer.
she stares like a junkie as she watches the smoke trail off her cigarette.
dancing spirits disappear into the light.
& again she loses herself,
in the music; the melody trickling through her fingers,
racing up her arms & through all her veins,
flowing down to her stomache, her muscles clenching 
pushing it around her thighs, 
all the way down to each & every last toe..
& she thinks.
She thinks about love & she wonders what its like,
She thinks about making love & how badly she wants someone to fuck the pain away.
She thinks about the world & she feels it's sadness,
She, takes another swig, while running her fingers down her chest
She bites her bottom lip & thinks about roaming around drunk in the temple cemetary,
swirling around, blessing bodies with PBR & telling secrets to a tombstone.