1247 8 4
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In the middle of the floor squatted a sway-backed butcher block that appeared to have been chopped upon with such force as to make it cower.
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2400
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Your hands will grip my waist,
like the curtains are being pulled away,
the veil between fact and fiction.
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111561
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The lipstick on your collar walked up the steps and through the front door, without a key. Her smile was hypnotically red and bountiful. The guards standing around didn't dare frisk her for weapons, her lips were weapon enough.
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1369129
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My man wears chartreuse shoes.!
He wears chartreuse shoes like a new king
right there on Main St.!
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