THE RHYTHM...
THE RACING HEART BEATS....
AND LIPS BITING..LEFT SIDE
WEST SIDE AND NORTH SIDE....
FROM HER SIDE....
THE GLANCE....RIGHT AND DOWN...
MADE ME
WAGE
A WAR AGAINST MYSELF.
SO THE RETIATION IS
SMOKE
FREE....GUNS FREE....
AND SMELL FREE....MEAT TO MEAT....
FREE...CATCHUPS....FREE..PARKING....AND FREE....GRILL
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