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His voice is soft and
comforting after he's been
talking
for two hours
He brings me in and out of
consciousness
And i feel his belly moving
up
And down against the back of my
head
He's breathing
talking
If I wasn't asleep I'd reach
up
And pull his lips down to mine
And ask him to fold me
in
Like he did the
first
time
And like I was that stripper he fell in
love with
But got traded in for
some heroine
and dirty pictures
Sometimes a little
safety
a little white powder
and a breathing belly
is enough for
me