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<br>Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of yout manuscript.<br><br>I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence.<br><br>It wasn`t quiet what it seemed... a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn`t what it used to be).<br><br>I must admist i was charmed by your advances... your advantage left me helplessly into you.<br><br>Talking how the group had begun to splinter and i could taste your lipstick on the filter...<br><br>I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns conviction every time.<br><br>My memory cannot recall... a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.<br><br>Lushing with the hallway concregation, my best judgement signed its resignation.<br><br>I rushed this.<br><br>We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.