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    Another Night, Another One

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    Our lips
    met and touched,
    aggressively exploring
    just like our hands
    touched and explored
    each other.
    She clawed at my waistband,
    later she clawed at my back.
    Even though
    she touched all the right spots,
    she never touched my heart.
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