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The woman in black leather,

Sitting alone at the bar,

Lit cigarette and cocky smile. 

She'll buy you a drink or three,

Maybe even go home with you

When you decide you've had enough.

She'll drive you into frustration

By moving either too fast or too slow,

But she'll get you where she wants you to be.

And you'll think that you could love her

Even though you think you hate her.

She will never give you the chance to find out.

Because in the morning's light,

When you groggily awake,

She is gone,

And you don't remember her,

Even though her number is written on

Your bathroom mirror in red lipstick.

But the tick of the clock on your nightstand

Will resonate in your mind,

Prompting thoughts of a smile and death.

Because she will find you again eventually,

She finds everyone at the end

When their Time is up.