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True Love

She came in on the breeze
Smelling like a drunk fantasy of mine
With so much sugar in her blood,
It was hypodermic.

Her eyes danced.
Loud, lusty laser beams

You look good in that dress -
Let me pour you another drink -
The bed's this way.

You're a souvenir
In a hollow room
I hope I don't lose you
on the trip home.

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