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Oct 2014
Night, Night,Night,
Alchohol warms my throat.
Im a night owl,
stalking my next prey.
When I was the captured one;
My little mouse caressed my heart in a new fashion.
My lust was no longer instinct,
We danced like Chickadees in the sheets,
When I woke,
She was gone.
Written by
Skye  Houghton, Michigan
(Houghton, Michigan)   
560
   Tupelo
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