onenightstand
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And once again
I'm given the chance
To live my weekend
To that dance.
We all know
How last time went,
My reputation
Is a little bent.
So easy to go
With DJ,
I wish I had
Sunburn on your lips
The fire burns and it taste like this
Veins bleed impulsive
Minds divided from reaction
Hands sliding down apprehensive legs
Absent love lingers in this bed
