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Lying on the floor,

drag between my lips.

A body lies beside me,

beauty between their hips.

My personal life preserver,

hidden below or down under,

alchohol, drugs and parties,

reveal this special thunder.

After my heart had broken,

it couldn't be repaired,

but after little searching,

a saviour was declared.

Now lying here beside them,

my heart races fast then slow,

I roll over and face them,

Now come on lets get low.

The End

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