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Love me like a poet. Fuck her like a writer...

Now the drinks and feelings are all mixed...

We are running all the red lights down...

Bite marks are love notes written in flesh...

Maybe it's because I can't imagine doing anything else...

Maybe it's because I can't imagine doing anything else...

Maybe it's because I can't imagine doing anything else...

Watch him disappear. It all starts today...

Till next time darling...

She may not be his first, his last or his only...

She made sadness look beautiful in all that madness...