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I had 3 whiskeys 10 cheap domestics Then saw her sitting there She must've been in her fifties Her ******* were big Her legs long and smooth Dark hair Red lips She sat at the bar Gracefully The way flowers dance I thought My god So many men. Loved,scarred Left for dead She had it all She was woman She was a beautiful painting Of death She looked over at me slowly Staring straight into mine Smiled Then tossed her hair Then looked away My blood was burning My god So many men.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
Beauty of the Bar
I had 3 whiskeys 10 cheap domestics Then saw her sitting there She must've been in her fifties Her ******* were big Her legs long and smooth Dark hair Red lips She sat at the bar Gracefully The way flowers dance I thought My god So many men. Loved,scarred Left for dead She had it all She was woman She was a beautiful painting Of death She looked over at me slowly Staring straight into mine Smiled Then tossed her hair Then looked away My blood was burning My god So many men.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
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