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Here I lie, in my sultry haven; skin rough, face unshaven; The weight of her light sleep bearing down so heavily on my arm. And her chest, her breasts lightly heave; her eyelids flicker and thoughts weave; As she lays there entranced so deeply laden in my moody charm. Though I don't deserve the love she gives; my glass heart, broken; passive; And another name rings in my shallow mind like a car alarm. Here I lie, in my sultry haven; skin rough, face unshaven; The weight of my heavy sorrows bearing so lightly on my face. Her heart beats with a vigor; erratic; mine, slow; almost static. My lips taste of her cherries, of sex, and shame hanging in the place. Though... here I lay still, broken; encumbered with words unspoken; Terrified of living life lonely but never truly alone. Here I lie, in my sultry haven; skin rough, face unshaven; Here I lie in my solemn tomb; under-excited; bleak; gloom.