Perhaps you can wave my late sentiment,
And I'll overlook the stains on your dress.
We'll call our sins even, equal to the "t".
You'll even carry a new indifference.
Why don't we dance a slow dance, tonight?
Or perhaps that isn't enough for you.
Nevermind the innocent, embrace the indecent,
And I'll carry your head down to your pillow.
Rip away these walls between us,
We're not going anywhere but here.
Let's father a twisted sheet memorial,
Please, kindly leave your morality at the door.
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