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Crushed up like a coke can carpet bomb of estrogen “you’re gonna take that back” you’re gonna take that back “Party’s wearing red,” she said naked I look just like a Rembrandt I hope you’re into that I hope you’re into that Protecting and attacking you’re still hanging on to that perverse sense of obligation Wait wait wait wait listen you can’t say I didn’t warn you Good neighbors make good fences if you pile them end to end stack ‘em high now heel to head they’re keeping off the wind She called me a feast when we kissed up in her bedroom then she apologized for biting in “I hope you’re into that” So I turned off my location let her f*ck me like you thought you did I remember every minute Wait wait wait wait listen you can’t say I didn’t warn you Wait wait wait wait listen you can’t say I didn’t warn you Healing over, still embedded names were changed to protect the participants perverse sense of obligation