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She mustnāt have slept a night
Driving eyes all over her I thought Her eyes resembled dead fish I wondered about my long haunted wish. She leaned forward and picked a cigarette I wondered whether my virgin kiss is going to be sour She made the smoke into melting rings And my breathing air started smelling burned. Flash of her white thighs made me shiver Shivers I hardly felt melt in the winter She rose her eyes and scanned my face I lowered my eyes and watched a scar on her knee. Restless she coughed and moved in her chair Numb I tried to remember few polite terms Then my fingers found more holes in my jacket pocket Reminding I must undress later. So? The first word I heard from her, tired. Nothing, I kept the wrinkled dollars and few cents on the table I reached for my hat and without looking at her Walked out into my mystical winter night.
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