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The Young And The Restless Vol.2

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club hoppin pill poppin � � � � � �
it was a long night drowned in � � � � � �
shots of Hennessy � � � � � �
and Newport ashes � � � � � �
so here she is � � � � � �
batting fake eyelashes � � � � � �
at this would be suitor � � � � � �
making braggadocios claims � � � � � �
to neuter her pain � � � � � �
like heroin in her veins � � � � � �
she investigates � � � � � �
rubbing erratic hands between thighs � � � � � �
searching for his thick pipe � � � � � �
to stuff it down her wind pipe as �
a compliment to her high � � � � � �
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please baby please � � � � � �
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make her forget her lows � � � � � �
bang her til amnesia flows � � � � � �
down her ass crack � � � � � �
she begs to get her ass smacked � � � � � � �
to feel anything other than � � � � � � �
what her cracked heart offers � � � � � �
the walls of her mind � � � � � �
keeps closing in � � � � � �
done made her claustrophobic � � � � � �
she'd rather choke n gag � � � � � �
on a stranger's phallus � � � � � �
spit up the skeletal remains of � �
poisonous memoirs� � � � � �
so ravenous � � � � � �
so callous is she � � � � � �
the cry of a lonely dove � � � � � �
extracting semen � � � � � �
to exorcise her demons � � � � � �
desperately trying to detach herself � � � � � �
from a despotic truth � � � � � �
the overlord of soiled dreams � � � � � �
forever masturbating on � � � � � � �
hopes of happiness � � � � � �
she calls upon her alter-ego � � � � � �
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with more Henny no chaser � � � � � �
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chasing altered states � � � � �
through a drug induced sexuality � � � � � �
using this man as a tool � � � � � �
don't see him as an individual � � � � � �
fuck his condescending judgement � � � � � �
just finish the job � � � � � �
go bang inside her walls � � � � � �
knock her against the headboard � � � � � � �
leaver her silly and senseless � � � � � � �
so damned tired of feeling defenseless � � � � � �
against raging emotions � � � � � �
Lord please don't let her be misunderstood � � � � � �
she privately prays � � � � � �
bent over doggie style � � � � � �
underneath gleeful eyes � � � � � �
and a sadistic smile � � � � � �
indulging in masochistic endeavors � � � � � �
while she gets added to the sad statistic � � � � � �
of disconnected daughters � � � � � �
raised in a faithless fatherless world � � � � � �
swimming in bottomless pits � � � � � �
where illusions of love spits out feces � � � � � �
of leftover lust � � � � � �
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"what else is there?" � � �
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as a lone tear falls � � �
solemnly from her eye � � � � � �
she hums nonchalantly to herself � � � � � �
'There but for the grace of God go I....' � � � � � �