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[so__vain_x]

we were too wasted to close the window, friends and family looking into my only hiding place, the rythm of a strangers skin. infidel to die for, what i am doing, will happen in the morning when the mirror won't recognize me. he knows a certain gesture, when we're loving, to ask each other, do you want it ? do you want me ? i want it, it is you,

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[eli_paris_brown]

Lovely...

[so__vain_x]

gotta love metric.