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just get on with yourself, i'm overdue for the gutter.
i said, damn girl, you look like a million bucks. i feel like a dirty old penny now, head full of copper, no sense to spare, oh don't you dare read into this - less between the lines, more between your hips. and, yeah, my tongue is cursed, my hands are damned, but my lips are blessed so come here -
or just get on with yourself, i'm overdue for the gutter.
you know you can't control your mouth, still hot though birds are heading south. best keep a lid on that truth you keep, or you'll lose what you sought to reap. and then you might just have to settle - yeah, maybe you'll have to settle for more.