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Nov 2013
A dab will do ya...
So thought the eager young man
But for me
No such sentence can be formed
A monster lit up by dance floor discos
To high to think
Rolling in the deep
******* has ravaged my state
We dance like fiery mad demons
Demonstrating our lust for life
At night we come alive
At dawn we love
Her soft skin is milky upon my touch
We unwind and laugh at our mistakes
Written by
Justin Mark
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