When you've been passed around, by every dude in town, looking back, you're like damn, I don’t want to do that again, when the merry-go-round, goes back around, set up a kissing booth, sell it, lock lips for a dollar, you touched and let go, let magic flow through us, this is how you avoid your fate, on another day, Marie Howe, lived a peaceful life, it’s quite familiar to me, I also, write poetry, how much life, how much love, honey and dew drops, flower petals, opening up, have I robbed from the heavens, no, daddy, I don’t want to go through that again, so I wrote it out, gave all these bottled up feelings an out, and you know what, I didn’t have to live it, all those lovely nurse girls, I didn’t have to taste them, alas, every day is a battle, a struggle, I can only go so far, down below, waits the abyss.

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