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Life On Autopilot

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it became a    �
slow realization over time    �
faces no longer matched with names    �
just favorite body parts
sexual positions    �
memories of moans and sighs �
and whatever kinda dirty talk reeked out � �
during meaningless sex    �
parting thighs...deep diving    �
into dead end vaginas...one night stands    �
NYC blues washed away    �
in debauchery..debasement...raunchiness    �
a rhythmless soul seeking salvation    �
between the warmth of a stranger's legs    �
searching for that high    �
a connection..a feeling of familiarity    � �
in another club episode...another woman    �
Hennessy harlot    �
seduced by Tanqueray charisma    �
and an empty apartment    �
single life realities coincide..so easy to bed    �
but damn if i wake next up to    �
ms. future what's-her-face    �
it's 3:17 a.m.    �
she's gotta go...overstayed her welcome    �
slightly hungover...got shit to do    �
i take a piss..she whore washes over the sink
calls a cab...she's gone....i'm alone again    �
Saturday morning..run errands    �
gym...laundry....fast food...chillin dolo    �
waitin for the new day    �
to morph into another night    �
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