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It might have been the usual

A few drinks, a bed, some fun

Admittedly sounds tawdry

But no harm done

We opened the door

After kisses not light

Then fireworks came

I tried to fight, because

This wasn’t right

I’m free, untethered

My modus operandi

No strings for me

Comes in handy

He surrounded me softly

I wasn’t used to that

And the fireworks

Might be costly

I was the love ‘em leave ‘em type

Now realizing all that hype

Wasn’t…

this.

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