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One-Night Stand

You wake up to the sunrise. whose bed is this? Her back is arched against your chest, I wonder what her name is Your face feels burried in her hair drunk me likes brunettes Your glasses on her nightstand please dont wake up before I leave The door creaking while she sleeps. I'd hate being her drunk mistake You wonder the streets to your home. *I wonder who wakes up in your bed in the morning.*

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Published: May 31, 2014
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Notes: Your bed was the closest one to home.

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