Breathing deeper, quicker then slows.
The look of your eyes, entanglement grows.
The heat, the pain, every bead of sweat shed.
All of it came from the turn of a head.
In this room, all alone, faking true love.
You wanted to know what I was made of.
Exhale, the deep intoxicating fumes entrance.
The beauty, the filth, the tragic dance.
All will end, with you passed out on the floor.
And with me, walking out that door...
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