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May 06, 2004 09:11

the spots on her dress match the craters in her heart. and all she can think, sparking a smoke, is "how can i leave without him loving me more?" See, she just left your place where you numbed her soul, and kissed her lips, (only before she tongued your shaft). And there's only one of you for two of her, who you try to make her, and who she wants to be. But the coke doesn't cut it anymore, when all she wants is wine, and for you to look her in the eye, and tell her everything she's heard before, but never could believe.
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