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Part-Time HookerI inhale smoke and dirty thoughts(sleeping with a waste-of-calories with no sex appeal. her heart doesn't beat. the volume of smell increases as it's getting hotter than a fever heat - I don't mind her cold hands around my -- burned out lights form a silhouette; film this on screen - like a dream you can watch. (or hear) but she doesn't scream - her bones suffocate me as she's wrapped around my body - stiff, cold, dry. sleeping with a waste-of-calories with no sex appeal. her heart doesn't beat. )Until I can't breathe.
I'm on this rideI'm on this ride,and I don't know why,I'm on this rideand it just won't end.It's got it's highs.It's got it's lows.It's got it's ups.It's got it's downs.I'm on this ride,can you tell me why?I'm on this ride,will it ever end?