her thoughts shuffle from ear to ear and slide between her lips. cooly calculated and carefully delivered monologues - hooks swinging back and forth, aimed carefully at my set, hesitant jaws. she knows i dream about taking the bait at night, making full revolutions in my bed, waking in the morning to find my head where my feet were the night before. baby, you've got me turned around and sweating. and all the advice in the world won't dull those shiny, beautiful hooks. the pain becomes pleasure as the flames melt us into one and we smolder and sweat on twisted, charred sheets. we're gonna burn it down tonight.

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