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Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of yout manuscript
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence
It wasn't quiet what it seemed a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be)
I must admist i was charmed by your advances your advantage left me helplessly into you
Talking how the group had begun to splinter and i could taste your lipstick on the filter
I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns conviction every time
My memory cannot recall a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off
Lushing with the hallway concregation, my best judgement signed its resignation
I rushed this
We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom







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