Tender places. Worn out races.
Stumble over the tracks. Disillusioned. Curious.
Horny habits an the eternal hunt.
No dialogs. Just two monologues.
I like you.
I love you.
I want you.
I had you.
I hate you.
I forget you.
A queue without an end.
An end without a clue.
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