Help Yourself, Ladies
Let the air do most of the talking,
we're not immune to its influence,
solemn hints that motivate within,
one trace after another, suspense,
breathing carries all of the action,
savory challenges, faces grants,
singles all tranquil, partners taken,
levels intact and relics semblance,
chamber's not free of aspiration,
drastic fronts to fables' existence,
dancing heads up participating,
last call stirring a floor, final dance,
no breathing room, slow exhibition,
lights and no glitter, retired pants,
"You ladies all smell like my girlfriend."
"Oh, that's that lingering redolence.
"The bottle's in the girls' room, sitting."
"I work here, it can't be, that's nonsense."
"It's mines, felt it's at home, forgotten."
"Seems I'm everywhere, robust presence."
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