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Stay in absence of my chest ablaze in a fiery tangle of your teased red hair, you sleepily exale a kaleidoscope of dreams and promises left unfilled, while this drunken hero splashes brandy into a plastic cup, inhales the butt of night for its last hit of smoke, then grinds it away into the bedpost. I know you must leave, but must you leave the sweat and musk of my nude body to linger like the scent of some exotic douche between your thighs, as you slip into your panties to rush home to a husband who has left unfilled even more of your dreams than I?
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