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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Other · #1797267
she's drunk. I'll clean up the mess.
Whisper to me in direct sentences;
So I know that you’ve got secrets.
I won’t sell them until tomorrow,
When you forget that I’ll lose interest.
You shouldn’t stare at me with ignorance;
I’ll take advantage of that illness,
Push you to the brink until you stop and think
Maybe you are my business.
And I will not hesitate to throw you over my shoulder
And I do not wish to wait,
Because I cannot wait forever (and ever).
We only have one life.

You’re mine, if you happen to remember.
If I’m wrong, then I must surrender;
But chances are nothing has changed,
Tomorrow will come and you won’t remember.
So, I do not hesitate
And fling you over my shoulder.
Too bad, you’re numb to the taste;
When you’re awake, you taste so much better.
But I have no will to wait
And I will not wait forever (and ever).
We only have one life;
I wanna make mine better.
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