Roll over,
and do what I tell you,
until I don’t want to tell you anymore,
and then we’ll rinse and repeat,
because you’re unoriginal,
and I’m masochistic,
and we were always finding excuses to play magnets in the dark,
until now,
there was a twinge if moonlight beyond the trees,
and for a second,
just a second,
I knew there could be more,
much more,
than this
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