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[aid] => mick
[title] => Flirt
[time] => 2006-08-10 19:10:05
[hometext] => the night was ours.
[bodytext] => __________________ She’s A shot of something gorgeous Leaving sores on my tongue Using my weakness To make her feel better. I’m Nonsensical and inebriated Twisting fingers in her hair As she plays with my eyes, Twisting fingers in my mind. We’re Tearing this place up, And the boys are getting jealous. No way to tell if the room is spinning Or if she’s spinning me. It’s Impossible to say no When she leads me through the door I know, but it doesn’t matter, She’ll be gone tomorrow. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 43 [informant] => keilantra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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