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Young and warm bodies bending, better thoughts and "no-no"s hanged by the door, you let me in with your chest and your feet, and the drab of your midnight parting left me pinned to the floor.

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You ruled my hand with rebellious stupor, led it straight through your chest. Your love stained my sheets, and your heart bled through to your bra, that crimson memento still warm on my bed.