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Oct 2012
Tears in the sheets and clothes on the floor
explosive footprints of the night before

the walls still echo with nostalgic tones
of ******* screams and lustful moans

Now we wade in white linen, flushed and tired
from fulfilling the fantasies of which we desired

Light through the window reveals our bare skin
when our eyes are awakened, we'll start up again
Written by
Shayne Topp
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