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It was a room at the top of the building music being played from some hifi system and Judy said you dance quite well thanks you said haven’t seen you here before she looked at you with her dark eyes I come for the drug aid they help me here to get of the junk oh right you replied looking for signs of needle marks or signs in the eyes you take junk? No I’m a ***** clown you said she nodded and danced to the music for a moment or so my parents are doctors in the City and have put me in the hospital but I get out for a few hours and they let me come here for the help you looked at her dressed in her tight slacks and over long jumper her ******* small compact untouchable her hips swaying to the music’s beat the way she moved drawing you in smelling her scent her words lost in a singer’s voice a guitar whining in and out maybe I can come see you you have to shout over the music’s rising sound sure she said moving her neat *** as she moved around and she whispered the address and where the hospital was and how to get there then she was whisked away by some guy with a drugged out look in his eye and you watched her sway moving off going slowly but sexily away.
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
A ROOM AT THE TOP.
It was a room at the top of the building music being played from some hifi system and Judy said you dance quite well thanks you said haven’t seen you here before she looked at you with her dark eyes I come for the drug aid they help me here to get of the junk oh right you replied looking for signs of needle marks or signs in the eyes you take junk? No I’m a ***** clown you said she nodded and danced to the music for a moment or so my parents are doctors in the City and have put me in the hospital but I get out for a few hours and they let me come here for the help you looked at her dressed in her tight slacks and over long jumper her ******* small compact untouchable her hips swaying to the music’s beat the way she moved drawing you in smelling her scent her words lost in a singer’s voice a guitar whining in and out maybe I can come see you you have to shout over the music’s rising sound sure she said moving her neat *** as she moved around and she whispered the address and where the hospital was and how to get there then she was whisked away by some guy with a drugged out look in his eye and you watched her sway moving off going slowly but sexily away.
terry-collett
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
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