PHIRE
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erotic
Darkness blinds me, outside a house I can't call home...
Parked, are thoughts in this driveway, as the mind roams
Knock, knock, knock no answer, to the front I walk...
On goes a light, see footsteps, now I hear talk
The path less traveled ,hidden ,too far to look back...
One trick in covering tracks, forgotten, as click goes clack...
Fight or flee, puzzles me, a thousand wishes to cast
As I leave, no return, First come first serve, but definitely won't be the last...
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