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Sinful city
...written on 2008-06-07, @ 2:09 a.m.
Stitch my mouth with silhouettes and silky little cigarettes. Tie my hands with smoke and gasoline. Undress me with your pocket kings.
So close your eyes and take a breath. Put your quarter in the slot machine. This isn't Vegas, I attest, but close enough(or so I'd guess).
Roll the dice and take this mess. Play roulette, and hope that this is clean. Cause I'm telling you that this is the real thing.