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Corners
High heels and lipstick
The eagerness of a woman with too much to drink
I watch from the corner
As her gloved hand is led up the stairs
By a remarkable young man, beautiful really
I can only imagine the sounds of their lovemaking
The passion involved
It wasn’t until the next morning
When the blood smeared walls were all that was left
That I understood
How passionate
They really were
The eagerness of a woman with too much to drink
I watch from the corner
As her gloved hand is led up the stairs
By a remarkable young man, beautiful really
I can only imagine the sounds of their lovemaking
The passion involved
It wasn’t until the next morning
When the blood smeared walls were all that was left
That I understood
How passionate
They really were
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