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You'd Smile the Balance of the Week by Sarah Wilson |
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I love my taste. In it I’m ordinary, just myself, nothing more than a girl, mountain bred. This racing lust is what makes me hunt the men, the pains, stoned feelings. Suffering breaks ice in bars where I’m the lacking weed. Howling like starved wolves, we could commit noise. Like some hyped hippy, I'd give you five minutes on the pool table. You'd smile the balance of the week. |
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