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What Past I lived
A key to a door
you lovely whore
Leave it by the matting floor
We'll go around
and play the sound
Of flesh hitting
pound per pound
Let's rejoice
with that voice
of moaning sighs
and jiggly thighs
In the morning will we cringe
with regret that would singe
In Medicine
there is a lock and key theory for the passage of chemicals through cells - this poem is like that ~~A~~