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10

Oct

I met her as the sun was coming up
behind a shotgun shack in Taco Town
The party was winding down
She’d been up all night playing strip poker
She smelled like soft sex and hard liquor
Eyes bloodshot, she was hot
smokin’ like a cigarette
I wasn’t ready yet
But it was now or never…