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When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath,
and when we sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were:
cheap red lipstick, whore house perfume.
Disregard our potential,
cause honey we've vanquished all those fears and replaced them with lust.
In just a few more seconds, a few more minutes, a few more thrusts,
and our love will be gone, and honey, it will be gone.
And I will be vindicated,
and I will be lost.
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