'my gentlemen evening. tossed you like a bottle onto the tracks. but don't you worry blue eyes. i'll be coming back. and sipping up all your hot glass. don't you remember when we were kissing in the gentle gentle grass. mouths open but no words. just my fingers resting in the small of your back. and my tongue like a sidewalk slick with rain.
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