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Love finds itself fading away. "In the Heat of the Night" sweat from your inner possessions In the heat of the night.

Sympathy sets in like a thief in the night awaiting at gun point leaving no room for escape.

Exhausted, crushed as if depression has caught up as one sinks down low with moments of valleys and peaks that lead to episodes of disappointment & pleasure like a enemy who enters... 

"In the heat of the night" leaving unreal illusions of maybe so, are just laughter with no room for escape.

It hurts so bad, inferior, second rate, unpleasant, unwelcome and unfavorable.
In the heat of night all hell breaks loose.

It's like a forbidden fruit, the taste of rotten legacy in the pit of your stomach as it's juices run down the frontal part of a naked body lost & alone poisoned by the forbidden fruit.

It's in the heat of the night that the forbidden fruit comes ALIVE...
just to be faced with reality of truth.

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